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.

hearing Simon's words, she beamed with gratitude. "Thank you, Simon." Simon cautioned, “I've given you

"I'm willing to give it a

agree to it?"

instantly. “He'll most likely

deeply

selfless. Asking him to act selfishly is out of the

plan.” "Alright," Mila replied earnestly, sinking into deep thought as she

and Mila attended to her

with a bouquet of red roses

of the vibrant red roses surprised both Mila and Phoebe. Red roses for a hospital visit? Mila

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

why the red roses?" Cole explained, "I asked the florist's suggestions for the most suitable flowers, and this was her

an eyebrow. "Did the

his head. “I don't think so. The shop only had these 11

suppressed a laugh and shared a knowing glance with Phoebe. Both of them felt flustered. There were 11 roses. It was hard not to interpret it as a romantic