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?"

It won't take up too much of his

you have something to discuss

me to Sudvilla, and then drop Phoebe off at

"Alright."

questioned, "Mila, why are you

covering her

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

couldn't reveal her plans just yet. Phoebe stared at her with curiosity. She wondered if Mila was truly

out, courteously opening Nathan's car

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

bowed respectfully. “Good night,

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

the lights on? Is Cole

Nathan's keen eyes swept across the living room before

from the kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing