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?"

She looked down as she didn't dare to look

felt and knew that hearing these words would hurt him, yet she couldn't help but say them. She immediately regretted saying those words

arm tightly

tone, “"Chubs, my injury hasn't fully healed yet, so you haven't fulfilled your responsibility. "How

grievances she endured from Fenna, even if he didn't defend her, she didn't want to argue

trying to compromise, Fenna suddenly became furious. She rushed over to

to harden once more, bringing her sudden

Fenna's annoyance was evident as her voice rose several decibels. She angrily said, "I'm Nate's best friend, and I can't stand seeing you hurt him like this. What's wrong? You toy with him and won't let me

herself any longer. She threw aside her manners as she angrily retorted,

pretend to look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did

she cried. She clenched her fists tightly as she was unable to refute Fenna's