The Wrong Woman

Mila couldn't suppress a chuckle. Lillian seemed oblivious and vastly overestimating herself.

With graceful poise, Mila replied, "Even the President himself wouldn't dare speak so recklessly. Yale hasn't even taken office, and you're already this arrogant. Who knows what will happen if the nation is under his leadership."

Lillian, gritting her teeth, pointed at Mila, spitting out menacingly, "Wanda Hoffis, just you wait." Without a backward glance, she stormed off.

Yale cast a heated gaze at Mila for a moment and flashed a gentle smile. With that, he followed Lillian out.

Zach approached Mila, concern evident on his face. "Chubs, are you alright?"

Returning to the moment, Mila took Zach's arm with a sigh, guiding him towards the house. "Grandpa, whatever the reason, never allow Yale and Lillian in again. There's no one in Norvania Nate can't offend. We must stand our ground."

Zach smiled knowingly, proud as he responded, "Understood. With Nate supporting us from behind, we have nothing to fear."

Mila held back a smile, nodding in agreement.

As the election day drew nearer, Nathan's days became increasingly hectic.

for Mila's frontiers assignment resumed, picking

Mila received an appointment letter for Project 905, appointing

the list of project leaders, she noticed Jacob's

B, known for strong connections despite

schedules, Mila needed to head to the

in Phoenicia,

Mila and Nathan visited Gary and Florence, allowing them one last moment

living room of the Morrison Residence, Florence cradled Jasper while Gary leaned beside her, both delighting

with Mila's as he softly caressed her hand. Though a smile graced his lips, a weight of

said their goodbyes, yet the ache of separation

shift in his mood. Nestling into his embrace, she looked up into

"What's wrong?" she inquired.

no heed to their parents' presence, he planted a kiss on her forehead. "I hate the thought

the election, you'll be with us at the frontiers." Mila