The Wrong Woman

On the third day of Fenna's hospital stay, Lillian arrived at Hoffis Manor. With Nathan away on official duties, Zach took on the role of host.

Mila had gathered fresh flowers from the greenhouse and was heading back. Approaching the garden, she spotted an unfamiliar man deep in conversation with Elio, while a nanny watching them. Intrigued, Mila moved closer. As she neared, she recognized Yale's profile. Her heart raced, her body tensing.

Setting the bouquet aside, she swiftly reached Elio, pulling him close while keeping a wary eye on Yale.

Yale paused, meeting Mila's gaze with a sly smile before standing up. Sensing the tension, the nanny inquired, "Ms. Hoffis, is everything alright?"

Handing Elio to the nanny, Mila directed firmly, "Take Elio inside. No conversations with strangers, especially not him."

The nanny hurriedly complied, taking Elio with her.

Oliver chuckled, "Isn't this a bit too much, Ms. Hoffis? We're practically friends. Why treat me like a stranger?"

"How did you get in? Who let you

retreated, her unease palpable. Despite being certain of his involvement in past incidents, she lacked concrete evidence. Yale was a threat surpassing any terrorist. With Nathan and Cole away, even with guards around, Mila felt vulnerable.

"Ms. Hoffis,

him out,"

the house, her voice carried a sharp edge of anger. "Is

at the doorway. With a look of confusion, Zach asked gently, "Chubs,

they couldn't turn away Lillian. After all she was the

since Yale wouldn't dare cause a scene in

Mila greeted,

expression darkened. "It's Mrs.

Lillian abandoned her family name upon

Mila asked, "Mrs. Xander,