The Wrong Woman

Mila turned toward him, her voice laden with curiosity. "What about the love of family? Shouldn't that be valued too?"

Simon lapsed into silence.

“I'm passionate about my career, but I also hold love for my homeland, my family, and him," Mila affirmed.

“I changed my nationality to access greater research opportunities and knowledge, but in doing so, I sacrificed the relationships I cherished," Mila sighed, her tone heavy with sorrow. "Was my choice truly the right one?"

Simon met Mila's gaze. Her melancholic expression and teary eyes stirred something within him.

Suddenly, he spoke up, "Mila, there might still be a way for you to return.”

Mila was taken aback, her eyes nervously locked onto his.

Simon reached out, drawing her closer. "Listen closely."

Mila leaned in without hesitation. With a hand cupping her ear, Simon whispered a series of words.

beamed with gratitude. "Thank you, Simon." Simon cautioned, “I've given you

nodded solemnly. "I'm willing to give

agree to

instantly.

Isn't he deeply

Asking him to act selfishly is out

her shoulder. “Then devise a plan.” "Alright," Mila replied earnestly, sinking into deep thought as she contemplated how to execute

noon, Phoebe awakened, and Mila attended to

with a bouquet of red roses and a basket of fruits

Red roses for a hospital visit? Mila couldn't help but marvel. Cole was even

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

Phoebe. "These are for you. Get well soon." Phoebe chuckled awkwardly. “Thank you, but why the red roses?" Cole explained, "I asked the florist's

eyebrow. "Did the

shook his head. “I don't think so. The shop only had

Both of them felt flustered. There were 11 roses.