The Wrong Woman

At this moment, Nathan realized that he hardly understood Mila's intricate and sensitive thoughts.

After all, they had been apart for many years, and their time together had been scarce.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh, feeling a weight in his chest as he remained uncertain of how to respond to Daniel's question.

Just then, the doctor and nurse exited the ward.

As Nathan turned to enter, the doctor intervened, explaining, "I'm sorry, but the patient needs ample rest. She requested that only the maternity nurse remain, while the other family members should return home."

Nathan's expression darkened. "But I'm her husband. I should be allowed to stay and assist the maternity nurse in taking care of her."

Florence promptly added, "Yes, yes, let my son stay too. It's safer for her to have family around."

The doctor observed Nathan closely, examining him from head to toe. "She specifically asked you to handle your own affairs and avoid disturbing her rest."

Everyone present was stunned, their gazes fixed on Nathan in disbelief.

Nathan's mood plummeted instantly, and he gazed sadly at the closed door of the hospital room.

After delivering his instructions, the doctor promptly departed.

Nathan remained rooted in place as Gary, Florence, and Wendy converged around him, eagerly anticipating an explanation.

Nonetheless, Nathan struggled to find the right words. He didn't want to burden his family with worries about his relationship with Mila, believing it was best for them to stay out of their personal affairs as much as possible.

Nathan

Florence exclaimed. "Chubs was just venting. Did you

Florence, "Mom, the maternity nurse is taking good care of Chubs. You don't

his cane along

sigh as he guided Florence by the arm. "Let's head out." With

Nathan dialed Cole's number. "Where can I

provided

Nathan arrived

door was ajar. Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an

Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for

a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such

the fruit box

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coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits,

even

was neatly arranged in its own

so I got a variety.

playfully interrupted, "If you could carry more, would