The Wrong Woman

In reality, Mila's pregnancy was already over five months, yet due to her advanced age, her belly didn't protrude noticeably.

During the early stages of her pregnancy, Mila battled severe morning sickness, which greatly affected her nutrient intake and left her feeling weak.

Phoebe took hold of Mila's luggage and linked her arm with Milas, stepping out of the airport with a spring in her step.

Once outside, Phoebe lifted the luggage and stowed it in the car.

As Mila tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the northern skyline, where snowflakes drifted down gently. A sudden wave of longing washed over her, reminding her of how much she missed Loretta.

After finishing loading the luggage, Phoebe walked over to Mila and said, "Let's hop into the car, Mila."

Snapping out of her reverie, Mila finally climbed into the car.

Phoebe started the engine and pulled away. "Mila, I've rented a small house in the suburbs. It's quiet, peaceful, and has a great environment.”

Mila's mood shifted, and she spoke softly, "Phoebe, I want to go see Grandma."

"Sure," Phoebe responded, adjusting her course at the next intersection.

her head, her hand gently resting on her belly as she thought to herself, "Sweetie, Mommy is taking you to visit your

way, Phoebe, how's Nate doing?" Mila asked, her emotions stirring as Nathan's name

informed me that since you

been almost six months. Hasn't he come back to visit his family?" Phoebe replied nonchalantly, “Cole mentioned that even before Nate married you, he

glowed with a sweet warmth. It seemed that Nathan's frequent trips

smiled and said, “You and Cole

her smile shy as she confessed, "We're just really good

playfully teased, "Can you help me ask your “good friend" if Nathan is doing

all men are the same. Giving up your career

chose to return to my homeland and contribute to its scientific research,” Mila clarified earnestly, her gaze on Phoebe tinged

strong opinions about Nathan, don't you?" Phoebe hesitated, uncertain whether to

Mila couldn't shake off a creeping sense of fear. Anxiously, she

“It hasn't reached that point yet, but he's with

the blue, leaving her shattered and

in her voice. “Are you sure about Nathan...

such a thing as

sentiment, feeling a

in. "Phoebe, I'm feeling a bit stuffy. Would you mind if

melancholy, Phoebe rushed to reassure her, "Mila, please don't be