The Wrong Woman

At that moment, Mila's phone buzzed. With a heavy heart, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.

It was a money transfer notification from Sienna.

Watching Sienna diligently repay her debts month after month, Mila couldn't shake off her unease.

Despite leading a challenging and hard life, Sienna remained steadfast and diligent. Mila held a deep admiration for her resilience.

Were it not for her identity as Suzanne, Mila would never have crossed paths with a friend like Sienna, who resided at the fringes of society. Sienna possessed an average education, held an ordinary job, lacked familial support, and had no influential connections to rely on. She depended solely on her own perseverance and hard work.

Despite grappling with financial difficulties, her family remained determined to save her father from cancer.

They were willing to liquidate all their assets and incur significant debt, owing hundreds of thousands of dollars, in pursuit of his treatment and recovery.

To Mila, this amount was inconsequential and hardly worth mentioning. She had no need for Sienna to repay it. Nevertheless, Sienna insisted on settling the debt, viewing it as a matter of honor and integrity.

The thought of Sienna working tirelessly to make ends meet weighed heavily on Mila's conscience. She decided to call her.

After a few rings, Sienna answered, her voice hushed as she asked, "Hey Wanda, what's up?"

Actually, you don't need to repay me immediately. Whenever

you think it's not

know that's not what

on, "I understand you don't want me to repay you. But Wanda, my friendship with you isn't based on your status as the charity artist Inkwell or the granddaughter of Norvania's

"l understand."

can't chat at the moment.” "Where are you

for a moment before saying, "Give me your location. I'd like to experience what it's

"Sure."

and shared her location with Mila. Mila returned home to grab her backpack

cracked the window open, her hands resting on the ledge. With her chin perched on her arm, she quietly watched the

car suddenly slowed down. The driver grumbled, "This road's cursed, accidents happen too often

heart lurched as she leaned

Nathan, her heart momentarily froze, her grip tightening nervously on

moved past them, Mila felt a sudden urge to call out to him. She

car. I need to get off." Irritated, the driver retorted, "There's a traffic jam up ahead, and