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.

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out of her reverie. "Carol, quickly get some chairs

regained her senses

her arm through hers. "There's no need to be so formal. We've got this." Carol tensed up again,

an awkward smile while stammering,

away. Mila added warmly, "We're just here to see Gregory. We're sorry we had to cancel

approached Mila with

appreciatively, offering a smile,

them sat beside the bed, all eyes on Gregory,

locked with Carol's, and the tension between

your injuries serious?" Nathan

quickly shook his head.

You don't have

of indignation, she added, "No matter who the person is, whoever

had just argued because they were worried about causing

Jasper and Imogen entered together, saying in