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.

a maid graciously served

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

began, "Ms. Hudson, I understand your feelings and your desire to remain close to Nate

took a deep breath, resisting the urge

Despite her irritation, Mila

to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything, soa better approach

strongest bondz would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she

composure as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer

gaze remained steadfast. "I'm not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy

"He ignores my calls."

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

at Mila with suspicion. "What are you

frustration and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting

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

through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness she had