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 to press

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

her voice took on a more solemn tone. "Is this related

"It's not

pressed, "Then what is

explained earnestly, "Phoebe, the reality is that science isn't

was perplexed, furrowing her brow

but politics are always intricate. If a conflict arises between the

the agony of such a situation?” Phoebe countered, "But you're not a Norvanian anymore, and these people

raised in Sunterland, and grown up there, perhaps I'd share your

raised, and educated in Norvania. I experienced the best years of my childhood here. Before going abroad, I dreamed

my nation. Norvania is my home, and I can't in good conscience develop weapons for another country, knowing

you fear won't come to

"I once thought the same, but recent events have taught me that nothing

Mila further, Phoebe could only

at Nathan's room, feeling a surge of emotions

had to choose between happiness and honor, I'd choose happiness. The possibility of winning the Genesis Award seems

now, I