The Wrong Woman

Chapter 961

Candice stayed quiet. The room was still.

Elio switched off the lamp and drew her closer, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. His nerves wouldn't ease until they exchanged vows and became husband and wife.

…

The next day, Mila boarded a military helicopter bound for Phoenicia. She rushed to the hospital to visit Michaela, who had been injured.

Unexpectedly, Michaela greeted Mila with a hint of dissatisfaction. "It's just a minor injury. You didn't have to rush back from work," she scolded.

Deeply concerned, Mila gazed at Michaela, who was now paralyzed from her waist down. It pained her to see Michaela brush off her condition so casually. Nevertheless, Mila stayed by her side at the hospital for hours.

At dinner time, Fenna arrived at the hospital carrying homemade dishes. It irked her to see Mila again. "Wanda?" she blurted out, surprised.

Mila offered a faint smile, rising politely. "It's been some time, Ms. Hudson."

Fenna forced a strained smile, her irritation growing as she noticed Mila's ageless beauty despite nearing 50. Mila maintained a youthful appearance. Fenna pushed herself to remain courteous. "Yeah, it has been quite some time."

handle the

put down the food container or take it

interjected. “Fen’s cooking is fantastic and

smoothly

your favorite pot roast today,” Fenna

aside, her

looked at Fenna with admiration, saying, “You’re truly impressive, juggling an influential career while mastering the art of cooking at

though she had tasted something foul. She couldn’t shake the memory of Fenna’s

manipulative tactics to undermine and ridicule Mila. Each time those memories

about Fenna’s actions, only

beyond

questionable beliefs. Michaela consistently valued competence and power above

Candice would inevitably drift apart if things continued in such a way. Mila felt it was time for her