The Wrong Woman
Chapter 554

The city was brightly lit and bustling late at night, with cars and people everywhere.

Phoebe was driving while Mila sat quietly beside her, looking out at the scenery and lost in her thoughts.

After a while, Phoebe asked, "Do you think Lillian did that on purpose?"

Mila simply hummed in response.

Clenching her teeth, Phoebe gripped the steering wheel tightly, and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! I never imagined the President would have a daughter like her!"

"Let's not judge a parent based on their children's actions," Mila responded calmly.

"Do you think General Morrison will order the Intelligence Agency to investigate Fenna?" Phoebe asked.

Mila's mood dampened as she pondered the question. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at the city lights passing by. She was unsure of how to answer Phoebe because she was uncertain herself. It seemed unlikely that he would.

Fenna was convinced that Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because she deliberately turned off his phone. Seeing Mila in silence, Phoebe added, "If Fenna crosses General Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish her severely. I'm certain he will."

Mila's expression tightened with bitterness. She quietly sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want Fenna to face such punishment."

"Mila, because of what Fenna did, you couldn't even contact General Morrison for help when you were in danger. You faced so much injustice! It was so risky.

"If the police and ambulance had taken just a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the child could have been in danger."

Phoebe sighed deeply, her frustration evident in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, I don't think you'll want a husband like him anymore." "I never planned to keep him around anyway. He's just the father of my child now," Mila mumbled.

Disappointed in Nathan, Mila couldn't shake off her sense of pessimism.

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The car stopped at Morrison Residence.

Mila took off her seatbelt and was about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually and seemed worried as he looked at her.

Mila hesitated.

"Go ahead, Mila. I'll park the car in the garage," Phoebe reminded her.

"Okay." Mila exited the car, closed the door, and slowly walked inside.

As Nathan watched Mila approach, he couldn't help but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air of elegance. Trying to hide his worries, Nathan stepped closer. "Did you return from a banquet?" he asked gently.

"You always have someone tailing me when I go out, right?" Mila responded casually as she walked past him.

"I just want to ensure your safety, that's all..." Nathan replied.

He wanted to hold her hand but hesitated. He went inside with her. Afraid of her rejecting him or getting upset, he didn't try to hold her hand.

Mila entered the foyer and opened the shoe cabinet. Before she could grab her slippers, Nathan snatched them and placed them beside her. He knelt on one knee, wanting to help her change out of her heels, but she moved away to avoid his touch.

Nathan glanced up at her and noticed her distant demeanor. He had hoped to do something kind for her, like helping with her shoes, but she didn't allow him to.

He stood up slowly, his eyes filled with emotion, but he couldn't find the right moment to speak.

"I can handle it myself. You don't need to bother," Mila said.

She swiftly removed her heels and put on the slippers by herself. She grabbed her heels and placed them in the cabinet. Suddenly, Mila recalled what Fenna had told her that she couldn't manage simple tasks like laundry or cooking for Nathan. On the contrary, Nathan had to take care of her, which was why Fenna believed Mila didn't deserve Nathan.

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