The Wrong Woman

"Nonsense!" Fenna roared.

Mila calmly responded, "It was solely Nate's decision to investigate you. I've never voiced an opinion on the matter."

Fenna's face darkened, her words sharp, "Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?"

Unable to hold back, Phoebe chimed in, "Mila, stop wasting your energy on her. Let's have someone escort her out."

Mila knew that wouldn't resolve the issue. Even if Fenna were to be driven out, she'd keep coming back. A more decisive approach was necessary.

She subtly squeezed Phoebe's hand, signaling her to hold back. Then, she gestured toward the house and said, "Ms. Hudson, let's discuss this inside."

Fenna walked inside, her steps deliberate.

Worried about potential conflicts, Phoebe trailed behind them.

room, a maid graciously

rigidly, her expression stern. Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched. In

remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence." "That's your narrow-minded thinking,"

deep breath, resisting the urge to

Despite her irritation, Mila

However, a war of words wouldn't

strongest bondz would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could never be the

maintained her composure as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer you not work

not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing impatient, Mila shot back, "Then call him

"He ignores my calls."

Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and extended it toward Fenna. "Use mine.

Mila with suspicion. "What are

and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting to infiltrate her marriage, was now questioning her

dialed Nathan's number, switched to speaker mode, and handed

Nathan's voice came through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness she had never