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?"

a smile. "Sienna, I've received the money you sent. Actually, you don't need to repay me immediately. Whenever you're

think it's not

know that's not what I

want me to repay you. But Wanda, my friendship with you isn't based on your status as the charity artist

"l understand."

my part-time job right now, so I can't chat at the moment.” "Where are you

handicrafts by the riverbank,” Sienna clarified. Mila pondered for a moment before saying, "Give me your location. I'd like to experience what it's

"Sure."

shared her location with Mila. Mila returned home to

the window open, her hands resting on the

car suddenly slowed down. The driver grumbled, "This

lurched as she leaned forward, peering

Upon recognizing Nathan, her heart

a sudden urge to call out to him. She watched as Nathan

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