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.

on her belly as she thought to herself, "Sweetie, Mommy is

Nate doing?" Mila asked,

coldly, “Cole informed me that since you left, Nate went to the frontiers and

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

a sweet warmth. It seemed that Nathan's

and Cole seem

shy as she confessed, "We're

ask your “good friend" if

soured at the mention of Nathan. "Mila, I think all men are the same. Giving up your career for a man isn't

my homeland and contribute to

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

reaction, Mila couldn't shake off a creeping sense of fear. Anxiously, she asked, "Did he... get

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

Mila like a bolt from the blue, leaving her shattered and overwhelmed by

her efforts to appear composed, Mila's faint smile couldn't hide the tremor in her voice. “Are

there even such a thing

with Phoebe's sentiment, feeling a slight pang in

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

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