The Wrong Woman
Chapter 535

Phoebe was shocked. She was speechless as she stared at Nathan.

Nathan looked confused. He asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Phoebe sneered. She replied quietly, "No wonder Mila doesn't love you anymore. You're really not worth her love."

"Explain why," Nathan said with a cold expression.

Phoebe was intimidated by his sternness and nervously gulped. She pretended to be relaxed as she teased, "Mr. Morrison, you're defending the other woman like this, no wonder Mila doesn't trust you. "She wants to find out the truth herself. She wants to avenge her prematurely born son and me, who got shot."

Nathan unhappily responded, "Fenna is not the other woman. She and I have a purely professional relationship."

Phoebe sneered. She sarcastically said, "Huh, which man having an affair would admit to having another woman? I'm not your wife so you don't have to explain to me.

"Anyway, between Mila and Fenna, you chose Fenna. Mila is outstanding; she doesn't really need to be with you. If she feels it's not worth it, she naturally won't love you anymore."

Nathan slowly clenched his fists. His face turned pale, his chest felt heavy and uncomfortable. He learned of Mila's attitude from Phoebe's words.

Was that why she was leaving Nathan in the cold?

Nathan closed his eyes as he recalled all the pain he suffered. He leaned back in his seat then tightly gripped his knees and applied gradual force. He urged, "Go on."

Phoebe was puzzled. She asked, "Go on with what?"

Nathan responded gently, "Whatever you say, I won't blame you. Let out all your grievances, anger, and everything you know."

"Why don't you ask Mila?"

"She doesn't even want to look at me anymore, let alone talk to me."

Phoebe sneered and gloated, "You deserve it."

Nathan pursed his lips as he endured the pain.

Phoebe let out a sigh before leaning back in her seat. She squinted at Fenna who stood outside. She really took up the cudgel for Mila.

She vented her dissatisfaction, "Mr. Morrison, you're someone who knows to enjoy the bliss of a harmonious harem. You married such an outstanding wife like Mila and still aren't satisfied. You still want a home-loving mistress.

"Which woman can tolerate having a mistress openly spending time with her husband every day, freely entering her home, organizing her husband's room and personal belongings, and arrogantly criticizing he for not being homely enough?

"Which woman can bear being told by the other woman that she doesn't know how to cook, doesn't do household chores, doesn't know how to take care of people, and is deemed not good enough for her husband?

"Which woman can tolerate not being able to reach her husband's phone in times of crises, while her husband is out saving the mistress?

"All the disappointments accumulate over time and explode at a certain point. Mr. Morrison, you're not innocent."

Nathan's complexion became even worse.

He frowned. The veins of the back of his hand bulged as he gripped his knees tightly. He said in a low voice, "Chubs never told me any of this." "Did Mila ever tell you she didn't like Fenna? Did she ever tell you to transfer Fenna?"

Nathan fell silent. He was unable to utter a word due to the pain.

Phoebe sarcastically continued, "You firmly believed in your feelings, thinking Fenna wouldn't affect your relationship and marriage.

"Now it seems she has affected it thoroughly enough, hasn't she? Mr. Morrison, what do you think?"

Nathan still remained silent. He slowly bent over and clutched his forehead in his hands. He was very heartbroken.

"Mila isn't the kind of woman who backbites or gossips. She didn't tell you about Fenna's harm to her because she wanted to leave some space for your friendship.

"But she clearly told you to keep your distance from her. Your inability to do so proves that Fenna is more important to you than Mila."

Nathan couldn't say a word. He had never thought about these things before, nor did he know that Mila harbored so much grievance.

"Now, Mila won't be going back to Sudvilla, nor will she work at the military base anymore," Phoebe said earnestly.

"She has submitted a report to Mr. President because she intends to establish a research laboratory in Phoenicia or a nearby city. She's determined to leave you." Nathan's tone was low as he said, "Thank you, Phoebe. Get out of the car and let Cole escort you back."

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