The Wrong Woman

The city was brightly lit and bustling late at night, with cars and people everywhere.

Phoebe was driving while Mila sat quietly beside her, looking out at the scenery and lost in her thoughts.

After a while, Phoebe asked, "Do you think Lillian did that on purpose?"

Mila simply hummed in response.

Clenching her teeth, Phoebe gripped the steering wheel tightly, and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! I never imagined the President would have a daughter like her!"

"Let's not judge a parent based on their children's actions," Mila responded calmly.

"Do you think General Morrison will order the Intelligence Agency to investigate Fenna?" Phoebe asked.

Mila's mood dampened as she pondered the question. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at the city lights passing by. She was unsure of how to answer Phoebe because she was uncertain herself. It seemed unlikely that he would.

connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action

General Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish her severely. I'm certain

She quietly sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want Fenna to face

even contact General Morrison for help when you

few minutes longer to arrive, you and the child could have been in

words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want

to keep him around anyway. He's just the father of

Mila couldn't shake off her sense of

stopped

when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually and seemed worried as he

Mila hesitated.

I'll park the car in the garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited the car, closed

be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air of

a banquet?" he asked

tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila responded casually as she