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 coffee

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

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

breath, resisting the urge to

Despite her irritation, Mila

to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve

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

"Ms. Hudson, Nate

not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with

"He ignores my calls."

phone, unlocked it, and extended it toward Fenna. "Use

looked at Mila with suspicion. "What are

felt a mix of frustration and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting

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

imbued with a warmth and tenderness she