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.

about potential conflicts, Phoebe trailed behind

maid graciously served coffee

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

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

took a deep breath, resisting the

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

the strongest bonds would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing

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

to destroy my relationship with Nate." Growing impatient, Mila shot

"He ignores my calls."

Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and extended it toward

with suspicion. "What