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's words, she beamed with gratitude. "Thank you, Simon." Simon cautioned, “I've given you the solution, but the chances of success are uncertain.

solemnly. "I'm willing to give it a

to it?" Simon

confidence wavered instantly.

deeply

love is selfless. Asking him

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

awakened, and Mila attended to her

red roses and a basket

a hospital visit? Mila couldn't help but marvel. Cole was even bolder than Nathan, who favored daisies

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

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 for the most suitable flowers, and this

eyebrow. "Did the florist happen

think so. The shop only had

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