The Wrong Woman

Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."

The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.

Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.

Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest."

"General Morrison, I..." Gregory's voice faltered in distress.

Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Mila, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory.

Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formal. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."

Mila came closer and leaned against Nathan's side. She said softly, "Gregory, Carol, you can call me Wanda."

Carol's face turned red, not out of shyness but embarrassment.

The couple before her seemed young and incredibly good-looking. Despite their evident influence, they greeted others warmly, devoid of any airs of superiority.

suddenly revealed her

her reverie. "Carol, quickly get some chairs for our

her senses

were still tense and reserved. She quickly walked over to Carol, looping her arm through hers. "There's no need to be so formal. We've got this." Carol tensed up again, barely daring to breathe too loudly. She fretted over the possibility of staining Mila's outfit. Mila was so elegant

an awkward smile while stammering, "I-I'll go

reassured Carol, gently holding her hand as she tried to pull away. Mila added warmly, "We're just here to see Gregory. We're sorry we had to cancel last time because of work." Carol's throat

Nathan approached Mila

Mila said appreciatively, offering a smile, then led Carol

one for himself. The three of them sat beside

gulped. His gaze locked with Carol's, and the tension

your injuries

his head.

in-laws and quickly reassured them, "He's strong. He'll recover in a few days. You don't have to come to the hospital." "It's fine. We came

matter who the person is, whoever

anxiety. They had just argued because they were worried about causing issues for the Morrisons.

Imogen entered together, saying