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 the solution, but the chances of success are uncertain. It will require taking a

willing

he agree to it?"

instantly.

deeply

sighed. "His love is selfless. Asking him to

a plan.” "Alright," Mila replied earnestly, sinking into deep thought as she contemplated how to execute their

awakened, and Mila

with a bouquet of red roses and a basket of fruits for the

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

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

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

Both of them felt flustered. There were 11 roses. It was