The Wrong Woman

She's not treating Nathan well?

Mila was left speechless.

For Nathan, she had risked exposing her true identity and ventured into the Nightshade headquarters to save him.

She also forsook her homeland and her career in science, sacrificing her nationality in Sunterland to return to Norvania and start anew.

She had entrusted Nathan with her most precious assets-her life and her career-carrying his child within her. Yet, was all this not sufficient? Must she also serve him like a maid to be deemed worthy?

Mila felt a disconnect between herself and Fenna. She couldn't understand Fenna's mindset, just as Fenna couldn't grasp hers.

Unable to drive Fenna away, Mila felt annoyed watching her wandering around the room. With a swift motion, she tossed aside the covers, slipped into her coat, shoes, and socks, and grabbed her phone, readying herself to leave.

But as she took her first few steps, Fenna's voice echoed from behind, "Why don't you even bother to straighten the sheets and covers after getting up? Are you always this sloppy?"

Mila paused in her tracks, her hands caressing her taunt and aching belly, focusing on steadying her breath. If this tension continued, Fenna's provocation might trigger a miscarriage.

Facing away from Fenna, Mila replied calmly, "Making the bed is Nate's job. If he's not here, Phoebe will do it. If neither Nate nor Phoebe are here, then it's your turn.

all, your job is to serve. If I do your duty, how can you prove your

with fury as she roared, "What do you mean by

me," Mila retorted sharply as

in a mission. Mila had no intention of distracting

even if she told him, Nathan wouldn't reassign Fenna. It

up the group's affairs and returned to Phoenicia, assisting Nathan

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started dating, yet they called and texted endlessly

after finishing a call with

asked her if they were dating, and Phoebe denied it decisively. Content

of topics, Mila couldn't help but ask, "Isn't

asked Mila, "Doesn't Mr.

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was taken aback and sighed with a smile. "You're still the same, Mila. I can't help but feel sorry for

the screen, a faint smile gracing her lips. Then, she set down her phone to focus on the data sheets in front