The Wrong Woman

Cole readily agreed, "Sure."

Right after Mila exited the ward, Phoebe and Cole found themselves enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere as they exchanged awkward glances.

Cole hastily searched for a topic to break the silence. "Would you like some fruit? Let me slice an apple for you."

Phoebe nodded, saying, "Thank you."

Cole felt a sudden stiffness, his movements becoming clumsy and uncoordinated. He wandered inside the ward, scanning the surroundings until he realized the apple was right before him. Frantically, he searched for a knife, circling until he spotted it beside the fruits. His fumbling actions brought a smile to Phoebe's lips.

Three days later, Phoebe had made a full recovery. On the day of her discharge, Cole arrived to pick them up.

Seated in Cole's car, Mila inquired, "Cole, is Nate in Phoenicia?"

"He is," Cole responded.

“Is he busy?" Mila probed.

"He's quite busy,” Cole responded honestly. He pondered, "When is Mr. Morrison ever not busy?"

up too much of his

do you have something to

and then

"Alright."

"Mila, why

close to Phoebe's ear, whispering while covering her mouth with

to believe what she had just heard. "What are you planning to steal?" she asked

shook her head, indicating she couldn't reveal her plans just yet. Phoebe stared at her with curiosity. She wondered

out, courteously opening Nathan's car door. "Mr. Morrison,

files, donned his suit jacket, and gathered his documents before stepping onto the pavement. He acknowledged the driver with a

bowed respectfully. “Good night,

fingerprint and pushed the gate open. As he stepped inside, the glow of

lights on? Is

the door behind him, Nathan's keen eyes swept across the living

from the kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing his