The Wrong Woman

As Mila descended the stairs, she spotted Phoebe in the living room.

Phoebe handed her a bag of clothes and asked, "Mila, why did you suddenly move to Sudvilla? How's Mr. Morrison holding up?”

Accepting the bag, Mila settled onto the sofa beside Phoebe. "He's suffered two major injuries in the past, and his body is quite fragile, requiring constant care," she explained.

Phoebe fell silent, her expression filled with concern.

Mila then asked, "Have you received any updates from Sunterland?"

Phoebe's expression darkened as she lowered her voice. "Mila, you're fully aware of your position. Sunterland won't simply allow you to leave. They're still making efforts to sway you in their favor.” Mila sighed softly, her tone tinged with guilt. "Please continue handling this matter for me. Let's try to avoid causing any offense or stirring up trouble. Let's resolve it peacefully.”

Filled with doubt and regret, Phoebe questioned, "I just can't understand why you're so determined to leave Sunterland, give up on hydronium, and return to work in Norvania. You used to preach that science knows no boundaries and is the same everywhere.

"Besides, if you stay in Norvania, you'll have to forsake your research on hydronium. You'll lose the support of a powerful nation, abandon the achievements of your hard work, and even forfeit the possibility of a future Genesis Award. This could be the apex of your life's work."

Mila's spirits dampened as she lowered her head.

Phoebe advised, "Mila, perhaps you should reconsider.”

Mila lifted her gaze resolutely, meeting Phoebe’s concerned eyes with a faint smile. "There's no need to dwell on it any longer. Continue coordinating with Sunterland for me. I'll accept whatever conditions they propose, as long as it guarantees my return.”

perplexed, was eager

stop her. "Please, don't say anything more. I've made

and her voice took on a more solemn tone. "Is this related to Mr. Morrison? You're not allowing your

head. "It's not just

"Then what is

earnestly, "Phoebe, the reality is that science isn't without

furrowing her

always intricate. If a conflict arises between the two nations, the weapons I've developed could

fellow citizens. Can you imagine the agony of such a situation?” Phoebe countered, "But you're not a Norvanian

in Norvania, raised in Sunterland, and grown up there, perhaps I'd share your perspective. But that's

in Norvania. I experienced the best years of my

sense of loyalty to my nation. Norvania is my home, and I can't in

fear

thought the same, but recent events have taught me that nothing in

sway Mila further, Phoebe could only

back at Nathan's room, feeling a surge of emotions rush over

between happiness and honor, I'd choose happiness. The possibility of winning the Genesis Award seems distant, and there's no assurance of a happy future with

uncertain, but right now,