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

Hoffis, do you have something

to Sudvilla, and then drop Phoebe off

"Alright."

questioned, "Mila, why

whispering while covering her mouth with her hand,

shock, finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard. "What are you planning

head, indicating she couldn't reveal her plans just yet. Phoebe stared at 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 tranquility,

Nathan's car door.

his documents before stepping onto the pavement. He acknowledged the driver

driver bowed respectfully. “Good

open. As he stepped inside, the glow of lights from within

the lights on? Is Cole home?"

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

from the kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing his gaze