The Wrong Woman

After lunch, as Mila was about to leave for the hospital, Wendy cornered her for a chat.

"Mila, is Nate seeing someone else?" Wendy asked, her tone laced with mystery.

"No, absolutely not!" Mila was caught off guard.

Wendy arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Something feels off. He acts so jittery around you and cares about you, but your attitude toward him seems distant, especially since you had the baby. There must be some issues between you two!"

Mila smiled, feeling pressured to protect Nathan's reputation. She quickly explained, "Nathan isn't having an affair, Wendy, please don't overthink."

"Why, then?"

"It's all in the past." Mila didn't want to dwell on it as it was a matter between her and Nathan.

Wendy sighed, "It's okay if you're not ready to discuss it. But let me offer you some advice: try to be more understanding.

obligations are unique. He can't just leave everything behind like Taylor can. He can't be by your

to adjust sooner rather than later. He's committed to the nation, comrades, and people. He can't belong to you alone,

years of experience might offer. Mila hadn't expected Wendy's depth of insight, perhaps it stemmed from Wendy's age and

sudden, Mila felt a

were comrades. Ignoring

relieved, Mila smiled and said, "Thank

her chest. " have experience. Just look at how well Taylor and I manage. I've I mastered

subtly and nodded. "All right, I'll come to

Mila's shoulder and

settled into the car beside

get cold, Nathan reached behind for a blanket and draped it over

Mila refrained from saying thank you. She avoided seeming

from the doctor, Nathan and Mila finished the discharge paperwork

overwhelming wave of nervousness. His hands trembled, sweat dotted his forehead, and he was afraid to breathe too hard. He was worried he might mishandle