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.

was convinced that Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action

Morrison's

sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want

for help when you were in danger. You faced so much injustice!

just a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the

frustration evident in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want a husband like

He's just the

shake off her sense of

car stopped at

to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually and seemed worried as he looked at

garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited

but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air

return from a banquet?"

tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila