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

"Ms. Hoffis, do you have something

take me to Sudvilla, and then

"Alright."

feeling dubious, questioned, "Mila, why are you

close to Phoebe's ear, whispering while covering her

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

her plans just yet. Phoebe stared at her with curiosity. She wondered if Mila was truly intending to steal something

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 acknowledged the

driver bowed respectfully. “Good night,

the glow of lights

are the lights on? Is Cole home?"

Nathan's keen eyes swept across the living room before proceeding

kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing his gaze