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.

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

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

me that since you left, Nate went to the frontiers and

months. Hasn't he come back to visit his family?" Phoebe replied nonchalantly, “Cole

a sweet warmth. It seemed that Nathan's frequent trips to Phoenicia after their

said, “You and Cole seem to be quite

as she confessed, "We're

teased, "Can you help me ask

soured at the mention of Nathan. "Mila, I think all men are the same. Giving up your career for a

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

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

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

the road, Phoebe quickly replied, “It hasn't reached that point yet, but he's with

the blue, leaving her

in

there even such a thing as genuine

but agree with Phoebe's sentiment, feeling a slight pang

the car window, allowing the cold air to rush in. "Phoebe, I'm feeling

Mila's melancholy, Phoebe rushed to reassure her, "Mila,