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?"

down as she didn't dare to look at

these words would hurt him, yet she couldn't help but say them. She immediately regretted saying

arm tightly because he was afraid that she might

responsibility. "How long do you want to stay out? I'll stay with you,

she endured from Fenna, even

Fenna suddenly became furious. She rushed over to question him, "Nate, why are you lowering yourself? Can't you

to harden once

to interfere in our matters?" she asked. Nathan was about to respond, but Fenna's annoyance was evident as her

was unable to restrain herself any longer. She threw aside her manners

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

she cried. She clenched her fists tightly as she was