The Wrong Woman

The weather gradually warmed, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for another prenatal checkup.

Mila vividly recalled Nathan's insistence on being notified about each future appointment. However, he remained entrenched in his duties in Phoenicia.

To avoid disrupting his work, Mila, accompanied by Phoebe, decided to visit the staff hospital for her examination.

At seven months pregnant, the doctor advised Mila to return to Phoenicia for the delivery. The facilities at the staff hospital were deemed inadequate for labor, and the place lacked a neonatal ward.

Mila applied for maternity leave from the company, deciding to return to Phoenicia with Phoebe secretly. She hadn't informed Nathan in advance, hoping to surprise him.

From the moment they landed, Phoebe sensed an unsettling presence, as if they were being watched. On their way home, a mysterious vehicle tailed behind them.

"Mila, something feels off. It seems like we're being followed. Should we alert General Morrison?" Phoebe's concern was palpable.

Nervously scanning the rearview mirror, Mila pondered for a few seconds before replying, "Is Phoenicia unsafe?"

"It might be." Phoebe, with her sharp intuition, suggested, "General Morrison has been in Phoenicia for over a month without leaving. He must be dealing with something quite challenging."

that case, let's inform him." Mila immediately pulled out her phone and dialed

Phoebe nodded in agreement.

voice crackled through the phone,

marked the first time Mila had initiated a

and I are here

inquired, "Why did you come back? Where are

to Sudvilla." Mila continued, "The doctor recommended that I deliver the baby in Phoenicia, as the staff hospital lacks a neonatal

you arrive

being followed,"

"Share your location with me. I'll arrange for someone to pick

"Alright."

the tension in the air. She ended the call and promptly shared her

more, both military vehicles from the camp. Their presence provided a comforting reassurance

passed, and dusk descended