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.

Simon." Simon cautioned, “I've given you the solution, but the chances of success are uncertain. It will require

solemnly. "I'm willing to give it

he agree to

instantly. “He'll most

Isn't he deeply

Asking him to

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

Phoebe awakened, and Mila attended to

bouquet of red roses and a basket of fruits for the

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

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

handed the flowers to 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 suggestions

a playful smile, Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Did the florist happen to have an excess

don't think so. The shop only had these 11

a laugh and shared a knowing glance with Phoebe. Both of them felt flustered. There