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.

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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."

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was carrying, and said, "We've hired a nutritionist and chef to handle the cooking. You can

to put down the food container

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

her expression. Fenna quickly approached and smoothly nudged

cooked your favorite pot roast today,”

her expression clouding

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

twisted in disdain as though she had tasted something foul. She couldn’t shake the memory of Fenna’s harsh

past, Fenna employed sneaky, manipulative tactics to undermine and ridicule Mila.

Michaela about Fenna’s actions, only to receive a

him to draw many admirers. Fenna’s behavior wasn’t beyond reason.

that Michaela held questionable beliefs. Michaela consistently valued competence

drift apart if things continued in such a way. Mila felt it was time for her

the meal, Fenna tended to Michaela with a closeness that resembled that of a daughter rather than just

said her goodbyes and left the ward. As she stepped