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?”

“I’m not crying. It’s just my tear glands acting up again. They seem

set off this sudden burst

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feeling aggrieved. “He didn’t utter a single

chuckle at the absurdity of the

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

even more absurd. A few indifferent noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need surgery to fix those tear ducts of yours?”

a deep breath, Mila sank onto the sofa, shutting

to cry even more when I

coolly, “It’s no surprise. Coming from a wealthy background, you were

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

but smile. “I 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

“What did he

her face without uttering a single word. The

memories now

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darling of the family, showered with affection by her parents and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates adored her, and her teachers favored her. She was even held in high

young age, she initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the

phone rang.

expecting it to be her phone, only to find Phoebe