The Wrong Woman

Chapter 278

Nathan remained silent for a moment before humming in response.

Mila lowered her gaze, her fingers gently stroking the teddy bear in her arms as she murmured, “I’ve transferred 600 thousand dollars to

your account.”

Nathan’s response was another quiet, noncommittal hum. His

composed and indifferent demeanor sent a wave of panic through Mila’s chest.

Despite her desire to maintain distance and avoid any contact with him, she found herself torn and overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, the turmoil almost driving her to the brink of madness.

She missed him dearly, desperately longing to see him again. Feeling at a loss for words, Mila simply said, “Never mind, goodbye.”

Before she could say anything more, Nathan abruptly ended the call.

Mila gazed at her phone screen, tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Across from her, Phoebe sat munching on potato chips, her gaze filled with confusion as she observed Mila’s unexpected emotional outburst.

Phoebe asked helplessly, “Mila, what did he say to you? Why are you crying?”

hastily set her phone aside and wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. “I’m not crying. It’s just my tear glands acting up again. They seem to have a mind of their

off this sudden burst

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aggrieved. “He didn’t utter a single word, merely responding with a couple of

help but chuckle at the absurdity of

fail to amaze me, Mila. You shed tears at the slightest provocation-be it nightmares, fatigue, unsuccessful experiments, disappointing takeout, or even

Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need

sank onto the sofa, shutting her eyes tightly to hold back the

chuckle escaped her lips. “You know, I used to cry even more when I was a

engrossed in her potato chips, replied coolly, “It’s no surprise. Coming from a wealthy background, you were

and sheltered. Without facing real hardships, even minor grievances could bring

used to a being coddled by Nate. Whenever I acted out or shed a tear, he’d ru to my side, completely flustered and unsure how to handle it. And whenever I tried to be

leaned in with curiosity. “What did he

as she turned and settled into the sofa, burying her face without uttering a single word. The floodgates of her

once cherished memories

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and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates adored her, and her teachers favored her. She was even held in high regard by

initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the time,

the phone rang.

her phone, only to find Phoebe