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

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

feelings and your desire to remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence."

breath, resisting the urge to

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

strongest bonds would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for

composure as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer

not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate."

"He ignores my calls."

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

with suspicion. "What