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.

potential conflicts,

maid graciously served

her expression stern. Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched.

"Ms. Hudson, I understand your feelings and your desire to remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence." "That's your narrow-minded thinking," Fenna snapped

deep breath, resisting

attempts to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't

obsession with Nathan, even the strongest bonds would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could never be the

she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer you not work

influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing impatient, Mila shot back,

"He ignores my calls."

Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and extended it toward Fenna. "Use mine.

looked at Mila with suspicion. "What