The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 445

Mila turned toward him, her voice laden with curiosity. "What about the love of family? Shouldn't that be valued too?"

Simon lapsed into silence.

“I'm passionate about my career, but I also hold love for my homeland, my family, and him," Mila affirmed.

“I changed my nationality to access greater research opportunities and knowledge, but in doing so, I sacrificed the relationships I cherished," Mila sighed, her tone heavy with sorrow. "Was my choice truly the right one?"

Simon met Mila's gaze. Her melancholic expression and teary eyes stirred something within him.

Suddenly, he spoke up, "Mila, there might still be a way for you to return.”

Mila was taken aback, her eyes nervously locked onto his.

Simon reached out, drawing her closer. "Listen closely."

Mila leaned in without hesitation. With a hand cupping her ear, Simon whispered a series of words.

Mila blinked, her eyes lighting up with newfound hope. After hearing Simon's words, she beamed with gratitude. "Thank you, Simon." Simon cautioned, “I've given you the solution, but the chances of success are uncertain. It will require taking a risk."

Mila nodded solemnly. "I'm willing to give it a try."

"Will he agree to it?" Simon inquired.

Mila's confidence wavered instantly. “He'll most likely refuse.”

"Why? Isn't he deeply in love with you?"

Mila sighed. "His love is selfless. Asking him to act selfishly is out of the question.”

Simon comfortingly patted her shoulder. “Then devise a plan.” "Alright," Mila replied earnestly, sinking into deep thought as she contemplated how to execute their plan.

At noon, Phoebe awakened, and Mila attended to her meal.

Cole arrived with a bouquet of red roses and a basket of fruits for the visit.

The sight of the vibrant red roses surprised both Mila and Phoebe. Red roses for a hospital visit? Mila couldn't help but marvel. Cole was even bolder than Nathan, who favored daisies as gifts.

Phoebe chuckled awkwardly.

Cole handed the flowers to Phoebe. "These are for you. Get well soon." Phoebe chuckled awkwardly. “Thank you, but why the red roses?" Cole explained, "I asked the florist's suggestions for the most suitable flowers, and this was her recommendation.”

With a playful smile, Phoebe raised an eyebrow. "Did the florist happen to have an excess of red roses?"

Cole shook his head. “I don't think so. The shop only had these 11 stalks."

Mila suppressed a laugh and shared a knowing glance with Phoebe. Both of them felt flustered. There were 11 roses. It was hard not to interpret it as a romantic gesture.

Sensing their unease, Cole grew nervous. “Is something wrong? Did I make a mistake? I specifically told the florist it was for a girl, and she assured me that girls would adore it."

Phoebe quickly flashed a bright smile to reassure him. “I love it. You didn't make a mistake."

Mila glanced toward the door, but Nathan was nowhere in sight, leaving her slightly disappointed. "Cole, is Nate not coming?"

"He's tied up with work, so he couldn't make it. He asked me to send his regards to Phoebe," Cole explained.

Mila pressed further, "Any updates about my grandparents?"

Cole shook his head. "Not yet."

Mila’'s mood dampened, and she lapsed into a saddened silence. "However," Cole interjected, “there's been a snag in your grandfather's assets transfer. As of now, only about 200 million dollars has been moved overseas."

Money held little significance for Mila. All she desired was the safe return of her parents and grandparents.

In a sudden decision, Mila rose from her seat. "Cole, I need some fresh air. Could you watch over Phoebe for me?"

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