The Wrong Woman

The city was brightly lit and bustling late at night, with cars and people everywhere.

Phoebe was driving while Mila sat quietly beside her, looking out at the scenery and lost in her thoughts.

After a while, Phoebe asked, "Do you think Lillian did that on purpose?"

Mila simply hummed in response.

Clenching her teeth, Phoebe gripped the steering wheel tightly, and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! I never imagined the President would have a daughter like her!"

"Let's not judge a parent based on their children's actions," Mila responded calmly.

"Do you think General Morrison will order the Intelligence Agency to investigate Fenna?" Phoebe asked.

Mila's mood dampened as she pondered the question. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at the city lights passing by. She was unsure of how to answer Phoebe because she was uncertain herself. It seemed unlikely that he would.

their connection was strong enough that he

"If Fenna crosses General Morrison's

sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want Fenna to

couldn't even contact General Morrison for help when you were in danger. You

a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the child could have been in

words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to

anyway. He's just the father of my

in Nathan, Mila couldn't shake off her sense

car stopped at Morrison

was about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was

car in the garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited

couldn't help but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air of elegance. Trying to hide his worries, Nathan stepped

from a

have someone tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila responded casually as she