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

nodded solemnly. "I'm willing to give

he agree to it?"

confidence wavered instantly. “He'll

Isn't he deeply in love

sighed. "His love is selfless. Asking him to act selfishly is

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

and Mila

red roses and a basket of fruits

roses surprised both Mila and Phoebe. Red roses for a hospital visit? Mila couldn't help but marvel. Cole was even bolder than Nathan, who favored daisies

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

why the red roses?" Cole explained, "I asked the florist's suggestions for the most suitable

the florist happen to

think so. The shop only had these 11

Phoebe. Both of them felt flustered. There were 11 roses. It was hard not