The Wrong Woman
Chapter 580

"Nonsense!" Fenna roared.

Mila calmly responded, "It was solely Nate's decision to investigate you. I've never voiced an opinion on the matter."

Fenna's face darkened, her words sharp, "Are you trying to drive a wedge between us?"

Unable to hold back, Phoebe chimed in, "Mila, stop wasting your energy on her. Let's have someone escort her out."

Mila knew that wouldn't resolve the issue. Even if Fenna were to be driven out, she'd keep coming back. A more decisive approach was necessary.

She subtly squeezed Phoebe's hand, signaling her to hold back. Then, she gestured toward the house and said, "Ms. Hudson, let's discuss this inside."

Fenna walked inside, her steps deliberate.

Worried about potential conflicts, Phoebe trailed behind them.

In the living room, a maid graciously served coffee and pastries.

Fenna sat rigidly, her expression stern. Phoebe shot her a fierce look with her fists clenched. In contrast, Mila remained serene.

Sipping her coffee gracefully, Mila began, "Ms. Hudson, I understand your feelings and your desire to remain close to Nate despite our marriage. However, I'm reserved about your presence." "That's your narrow-minded thinking," Fenna snapped back.

Phoebe took a deep breath, resisting the urge to confront Fenna directly.

Despite her irritation, Mila maintained her poise. She had faced Fenna's attempts to undermine her before. However, a war of words wouldn't resolve anything, so a better approach was needed. Given Fenna's obsession with Nathan, even the strongest bond would be strained. Unless Mila felt nothing for him, she could never be the understanding wife Fenna claimed.

She maintained her composure as she spoke, "Ms. Hudson, Nate would prefer you not work closely with him."

Fenna's gaze remained steadfast. "I'm not going to be influenced by your attempts to destroy my relationship with Nate."

Growing impatient, Mila shot back, "Then call him yourself and confirm."

"He ignores my calls."

Without hesitation, Mila retrieved her phone, unlocked it, and extended it toward Fenna. "Use mine. He'll answer."

Fenna looked at Mila with suspicion. "What are you plotting?"

Mila felt a mix of frustration and disbelief. Fenna, who was attempting to infiltrate her marriage, was now questioning her intentions.

Gritting her teeth, Mila dialed Nathan's number, switched to speaker mode, and handed the phone over.

Just as Fenna took the phone, Nathan's voice came through, imbued with a warmth and tenderness she had never heard, "Hey there, missing me?"

Phoebe couldn't help but chuckle softly, her hand covering her amused smile.

Fenna's face paled. After gathering herself for a moment, she cleared her throat and replied, "It's me, Nate, Fenna."

Nathan's tone shifted abruptly, his voice turning icy with anger. "Fenna, why do you have Chubs' phone? Where is she? What are your intentions? What's going on in your head? Why can't you live peacefully? Must you create trouble?"

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