The Wrong Woman

"Nonsense!" Fenna roared.

Mila calmly responded, "It was solely Nate's decision to investigate you. I've never voiced an opinion on the matter."

Fenna's face darkened, her words sharp, "Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?"

Unable to hold back, Phoebe chimed in, "Mila, stop wasting your energy on her. Let's have someone escort her out."

Mila knew that wouldn't resolve the issue. Even if Fenna were to be driven out, she'd keep coming back. A more decisive approach was necessary.

She subtly squeezed Phoebe's hand, signaling her to hold back. Then, she gestured toward the house and said, "Ms. Hudson, let's discuss this inside."

Fenna walked inside, her steps deliberate.

conflicts,

the living room, a maid graciously served coffee

Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched. In contrast, Mila

remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence." "That's

deep breath, resisting the urge to

had faced Fenna's attempts to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything,

bonds would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could

as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would

be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing impatient, Mila shot back, "Then call him yourself and

"He ignores my calls."

Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and

Mila with suspicion. "What are