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Mila couldn't suppress a chuckle. Lillian seemed oblivious and vastly overestimating herself.

With graceful poise, Mila replied, "Even the President himself wouldn't dare speak so recklessly. Yale hasn't even taken office, and you're already this arrogant. Who knows what will happen if the nation is under his leadership."

Lillian, gritting her teeth, pointed at Mila, spitting out menacingly, "Wanda Hoffis, just you wait." Without a backward glance, she stormed off.

Yale cast a heated gaze at Mila for a moment and flashed a gentle smile. With that, he followed Lillian out.

Zach approached Mila, concern evident on his face. "Chubs, are you alright?"

Returning to the moment, Mila took Zach's arm with a sigh, guiding him towards the house. "Grandpa, whatever the reason, never allow Yale and Lillian in again. There's no one in Norvania Nate can't offend. We must stand our ground."

Zach smiled knowingly, proud as he responded, "Understood. With Nate supporting us from behind, we have nothing to fear."

Mila held back a smile, nodding in agreement.

As the election day drew nearer, Nathan's days became increasingly hectic.

Meanwhile, preparations for Mila's frontiers assignment resumed, picking up the pace from where they had paused.

Soon after, Mila received an appointment letter for Project 905, appointing her as the chief engineer and project advisor.

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to head to the frontiers with Jasper

in Phoenicia, occupied until

eve of their departure, Mila and Nathan visited Gary and Florence, allowing them one last moment with

cozy living room of the Morrison Residence, Florence cradled Jasper while Gary leaned beside her, both delighting in

as he softly caressed her hand. Though a

hadn't even said their goodbyes, yet the ache of separation

she looked up into his

"What's wrong?" she inquired.

softened as

her closer. Paying no

parents' presence, he planted a kisson her forehead. "I hate

of being

election, you'll be with us at the frontiers." Mila

feels like

Mila teased, "Since when are you

be affronted, Nathan quipped,

smile. "Not at all. I love it when you're clingy. But you're always swamped. We hardly

the time to visit you and

She hummed in agreement.