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

remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence."

breath, resisting

Despite her irritation, Mila

her poise. She had faced Fenna's attempts to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything, soa better

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

maintained her composure as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson,

"I'm not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with

"He ignores my calls."

phone, unlocked it, and extended it

at Mila with suspicion. "What are

mix of frustration and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting to

number, switched to speaker mode,

took the phone, Nathan's voice came through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness