The Wrong Woman

Nathan couldn't fathom the consequences of the adhesion between the placenta and the uterine wall. With haste, he reached for his phone, eager to search online for answers.

Mila promptly stopped him, her tone reassuring. "Don't look it up. The internet is full of scaremongering. There's nothing to worry about."

Nathan's heart weighed heavy, his arm instinctively pulling her closer and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. "I've missed another check-up. I'm failing as a husband and father."

Mila's voice softened. "It's okay. I don't blame you. But when I'm giving birth, I need you by my side."

Nathan clasped her hand, bringing it tenderly to his lips. "I'll be there for you and our child, I promise."

"No matter how busy you are, I want you to witness our baby's first moments. And I hope the first person I see after leaving the delivery room is you." "I promise you, I'll never leave your side on the delivery day."

With a contented smile, Mila closed her eyes and leaned into his warm embrace. Nathan held her closer, enveloping her in his arms.

name flashing on the screen. In that instant, all happiness seemed diluted as she handed Nathan the phone with a hint of

tried to pull away from Mila gently, whispering, "I

there something I shouldn't hear? Take it

caressed her head gently and put the call on

utter a word, Fenna's panicked cries

face darkened, tension coursing through

promptly stood up, making way

his voice. "What's going on? Where are

that moment, Cole emerged, his eyes fixed on Nathan,

Plaza, top floor. General Morrison,