The Wrong Woman

Chapter 961

Candice stayed quiet. The room was still.

Elio switched off the lamp and drew her closer, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. His nerves wouldn't ease until they exchanged vows and became husband and wife.

…

The next day, Mila boarded a military helicopter bound for Phoenicia. She rushed to the hospital to visit Michaela, who had been injured.

Unexpectedly, Michaela greeted Mila with a hint of dissatisfaction. "It's just a minor injury. You didn't have to rush back from work," she scolded.

Deeply concerned, Mila gazed at Michaela, who was now paralyzed from her waist down. It pained her to see Michaela brush off her condition so casually. Nevertheless, Mila stayed by her side at the hospital for hours.

At dinner time, Fenna arrived at the hospital carrying homemade dishes. It irked her to see Mila again. "Wanda?" she blurted out, surprised.

Mila offered a faint smile, rising politely. "It's been some time, Ms. Hudson."

nearing 50. Mila maintained a youthful appearance. Fenna pushed herself to remain

handle the cooking. You

put down

interjected. “Fen’s cooking is fantastic and I love

brightening her expression. Fenna quickly approached and smoothly nudged Mila aside. She opened the food container

favorite pot roast today,”

moved aside, her expression clouding

of her bed gradually elevated. She looked at Fenna with admiration, saying, “You’re truly impressive, juggling an influential career while mastering the art of cooking

though she had tasted something foul. She couldn’t shake the memory of Fenna’s harsh criticism, accusing her of incompetence in caring for

undermine and

Michaela about Fenna’s actions, only to receive a

and it’s natural for him to draw many admirers. Fenna’s behavior wasn’t beyond

valued competence and power above all

Candice would inevitably drift apart if things continued in such a way. Mila felt

to Michaela with a closeness that resembled that of a daughter rather than just a

to rest. Mila said her goodbyes and left the ward.