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?"

take up too

"Ms. Hoffis, do you have

take me to Sudvilla, and then drop Phoebe off

"Alright."

dubious, questioned, "Mila, why are you

Phoebe's ear, whispering while covering her mouth with her hand, "To

just heard. "What are

her with curiosity. She wondered if Mila was truly intending to steal something from Nathan. And if so, what could it be? Under the cloak of night's

courteously opening Nathan's car door. "Mr.

his reverie, Nathan closed the files, donned his suit jacket, and gathered his documents before stepping onto the pavement. He

bowed respectfully.

inside, the glow of lights from within the mansion caught his attention, stirring a sense of alertness within

are the lights on? Is Cole home?" he

Nathan's keen eyes swept across the living

emanated from the kitchen. Nathan paused,