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?”

and wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. “I’m not crying. It’s just my tear glands acting

exactly set off this sudden burst

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utter a single word, merely responding

absurdity of the

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

indifferent noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need surgery to fix those tear

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

know, I used to cry even more when I was a child. I was quite the little drama queen, always seeking attention and

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

Without facing real hardships, even minor

shed a tear, he’d ru to my side, completely flustered and unsure how to handle it. And whenever I tried

“What did he do then?”

uttering a

once cherished memories now

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once the darling of the family, showered with affection by her parents and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates

a young age, she initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the time, she couldn’t quite discern

the phone rang.

anxiously turned toward it, expecting it to be her phone, only to