The Wrong Woman

The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Her gaze shifted toward Fenna, who was behind Nathan.

She thought that Fenna must be gloating now. She must enjoy seeing them in such an unpleasant situation.

Mila felt so wronged that her eyes welled up with tears. She knew her faults and where she went wrong.

But she just wanted Nathan to unconditionally support her and stand by her side instead of supporting his friend. She wanted to be this man's favorite, not just someone he simply liked.

The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Tears shimmered in her eyes.

She pretended indifference as she said, "Yes, I'm just that fickle. You got hurt because of me, and I took care of you for days. Now that you've recovered, I've fulfilled my responsibility.”

"Responsibility?" Nathan murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

He smiled sorrowfully as he continued, "Responsibility... You're only responsible for the injuries I suffered?"

lower lip stoically. She looked down as she

hearing these words would hurt him, yet she couldn't help but say them.

eyes reddened. He held onto her arm tightly because he was afraid that she

yet, so you haven't fulfilled your responsibility. "How long

hearing this, Mila's heart completely softened. Despite the grievances she endured from Fenna,

over to question him, "Nate, why are you lowering yourself?

interference caused Mila's recently softened heart to harden

was about to respond, but Fenna's annoyance was evident as her voice

was unable to restrain herself any longer. She threw aside her manners as she angrily retorted, "How am I

him when he was injured. You don't have to pretend to look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did you

berated Mila until she cried. She clenched her fists tightly as