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."

hired a nutritionist and chef to handle the cooking. You can leave it to

felt awkward, unsure whether to put down the food container

“Fen’s cooking is fantastic and I love it. Please,

Fenna quickly approached and smoothly nudged Mila aside. She opened the food container and began

favorite pot

moved aside, her expression clouding

saying, “You’re truly impressive, juggling an

twisted in disdain as though she had tasted something foul. She couldn’t shake the memory of Fenna’s harsh

to undermine and ridicule Mila. Each time

had once confided in Michaela about Fenna’s

wasn’t beyond reason. She was just pursuing the man

questionable beliefs. Michaela consistently valued competence and power above all else, often placing self-interest ahead of

if things continued in such a way. Mila felt it was time for