The Wrong Woman

"Thanks to Fenna, Wanda could only anxiously wait for the police and ambulance to arrive. I can't imagine what would've happened if the ambulance had been just a few minutes late! "The despair and fear Wanda felt at that moment made me wish I could kill myself hundreds of times over!

"I've lost Wanda's trust after this incident. She was close to filing for divorce." Nathan's words dripped with bitterness and anguish. "Luckily, we have a son, or Wanda would have left me." Cameron's anger gradually subsided, his voice quiet as he apologized, "Nate, I'm sorry. On behalf of Fenna, I apologize to you and Wanda.

"She went too far this time. I'll make sure to discipline Fenna properly in the future, but for now-"

Nathan cut him off, "She's an adult. She needs to face the consequences when she messes up."

Cameron hesitated. "But-"

Understanding Cameron's concern for Fenna, Nathan composed himself and spoke slowly, "Fenna is close friends with the President's daughter. You don't need to worry about her living conditions or food. No one dares to mistreat her."

Feeling troubled, Cameron buried his face in his hands and sighed deeply. His expression clouded with melancholy.

After venting their pent-up emotions, a heavy silence settled between them.

Suddenly, Nathan rose from his seat, surprising Cameron, who glanced up at him.

"My son is back. Would you like to meet him?" Nathan asked gently.

Cameron's face.

Nathan led the

nurse cradled the baby in her arms, feeding him

away from the baby, observing him with fascination as he drank his milk. They were completely engrossed in the moment. A smile crept onto their

curiosity, Cameron asked, "How

fifty days," Nathan

but why does he still

"He was born prematurely."

baby's life. Flooded by sadness, he mustered a smile and said, "I'll go

him downstairs once

they spotted Mila, who was talking with Gary

in flipping through

cheerfully, "Hey Gary,

up and greeted Cameron politely, "Hey Cameron, good to see you. Come, join us. We're brainstorming names for our grandson.

chuckled awkwardly as he settled into a seat. "I'm

sat beside Mila and focused intently on her, observing her

tentatively, "Wan still haven't