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.

the living room, a maid graciously

stern. Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched.

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

breath, resisting the urge to confront Fenna

Despite her irritation, Mila

before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything,

Fenna's obsession with Nathan, even the strongest bondz would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could never be the understanding

she spoke, "Ms. Hudson,

to be influenced by your attempts to destroy

"He ignores my calls."

and extended it toward Fenna.

looked at Mila with suspicion. "What

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

her teeth, Mila dialed Nathan's number, switched to speaker mode,

voice came through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness