The Wrong Woman

Davis felt a headache coming on, his brows knitted together as he took a sip of tea from the coffee table.

Mila stated firmly, "Mr. Bowen, if my departure would impede our country’s technological progress and lead to irreversible harm, then I would stay.

“I've decided to dedicate all the data from my years of hydronium research to our country. This will enable other scientists to build upon my earlier work and make significant advancements.”

However, Davis continued to urge her, saying, "Mila, think about the numerous female scientists throughout history who have made significant sacrifices for their research. Their enduring legacy is priceless and has left a permanent mark on our world.

"Take Josephine Anderson, for instance, who discovered the new elements polonium and radium, dedicating her life to the study of radioactive substances.

“Then there's Riley Fordham, who discovered artemisinin and was awarded the Nobel Prize. Not to mention—"

However, Mila swiftly interjected, affirming, "Mr. Bowen, I am well aware of these examples. Regardless, I will not cease my scientific pursuits. My passion lies not in pursuing fame, but in advancing humanity. "Despite being the granddaughter of the wealthiest man in Norvania, I have never contemplated returning to inherit my family fortune. "Wealth, to me, is merely an external possession, and honor is no different. What I desire is the simple joy of achievement and happiness in life."

Davis spoke up, "Are you willing to give up all the honor you currently have?"

Mila replied with conviction, “I choose my child over any honor."

himself, Davis could

convey your situation and sentiments to the higher authorities,"

shook Davis' hand.

excited just yet. The

replied, "I understand, but I won't give

passed, autumn

challenging early pregnancy,

her stomach bled, she never considered giving up. She persisted in recording the

for three months for the Sunterland government's approval. In the end, touched by compassion, the officials couldn't bear the idea of Mila's child growing up without

the research data. During the final days, she continued to sign various national patent confidentiality agreements and completed the procedures for changing

months had gone

with

pristine. Stepping out of the airport, Mila wheeled her suitcase onto the Norvanian soil, her gaze sweeping over

sense of homecoming washed over her, her

wave of

around and

coat, a cotton hat, and gloves, appearing quite bulky, almost resembling a