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.

convinced that Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because

Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish

sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want Fenna

what Fenna did, you couldn't even contact General Morrison for help

ambulance had taken just a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the child could have

sighed deeply, her frustration evident in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support

anyway. He's just the father

in Nathan, Mila couldn't shake off her sense of

stopped

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

Mila hesitated.

her. "Okay." Mila exited

with

you return from a banquet?"

out, right?" Mila responded casually