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Chapter 401
At that moment, Mila’s phone buzzed. With a heavy heart, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.
It was a money transfer notification from Sienna.
Watching Sienna diligently repay her debts month after month, Mila couldn’t shake off her
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Despite leading a challenging and hard life, Sienna remained steadfast and diligent. Mila held a deep admiration for her resilience.
Were it not for her identity as Suzanne, Mila would never have crossed paths with a friend like Sienna, who resided at the fringes of society.
Sienna possessed an average education, held an ordinary job, lacked familial support, and had no influential connections to rely on. She depended solely on her own perseverance and hard work
Despite grappling with financial difficulties, her family remained determined to save her father from cancer.
They were willing to liquidate all their assets and incur significant debt, owing hundreds of thousands of dollars, in pursuit of his treatment and recovery.
To Mila, this amount was inconsequential and hardly worth mentioning. She had no need for Sienna to repay it. Nevertheless, Sienna insisted on settling the debt, viewing it as a matter of honor and integrity.
The thought of Sienna working tirelessly to make ends meet weighed heavily on Mila’s conscience. She decided to call her.
After a few rings, Sienna answered, her voice hushed as she asked, “Hey Wanda, what’s up?”
Mila’s lips curled into a smile. “Sienna, I’ve received the money you sent. Actually, you don’t need to repay me immediately. Whenever you’re in a better financial situation, you can pay me back then.”
“Do you think it’s not enough?”
“You know that’s not what I mean.
Sienna pressed on, “I understand you don’t want me to repay you. But Wanda, my friendship with you isn’t based on your status as the charity artist Inkwell or the granddaughter of Norvania’s wealthiest man. Do you get what I mean?”
“I understand.”
“I’m doing my part–time job right now, so I can’t chat at the moment.”
“Where are you working part–time?”
“I’m off today. I’m selling handicrafts by the riverbank,” Sienna clarified.
Mila pondered for a moment before saying, “Give me your location. I’d like to experience what
it’s like to sell handicrafts at a stall too.”
“Sure.”
With that, Sienna ended the call and shared her location with Mila.
Mila returned home to grab her backpack and phone before heading out.
She settled into a cab and cracked the window open, her hands resting on the ledge. With her chin perched on her arm, she quietly watched the passing scenery.
As buildings and streets whizzed by, the car suddenly slowed down.
The driver grumbled, “This road’s cursed, accidents happen too often here.”
Mila’s heart lurched as she leaned forward, peering out.
Not far away, she spotted several familiar figures. Upon recognizing Nathan, her heart momentarily froze, her grip tightening nervously on the window sill.
As the vehicle moved past them, Mila felt a sudden urge to call out to him. She watched as Nathan stood amidst the two–car collision, appearing unharmed from a distance.
Mila anxiously exclaimed, “Sir, please stop the car. I need to get off.”
Irritated, the driver retorted, “There’s a traffic jam up ahead, and we’re in the middle lane. I can’t stop here.”
Growing increasingly anxious, Mila swiftly retrieved her phone to dial Nathan’s number, her gaze fixed on him as the call connected.
In that instant, Mila watched as Fenna approached Nathan, gently taking his hand and leading him toward another vehicle.
Their gesture appeared so natural, resembling that of a couple.
Mila stood in place, listening to the dial tone. A heavy, inexplicable unease settled in her chest, weighing down her heart.
Why hadn’t Nathan pulled his hand away from Fenna’s grip?
Just then, Nathan answered the phone, “Hello, Chubs.”
Listening to his soothing voice, Mila pushed aside her discomfort and asked with concern, Nate, were you in an accident? Are you alright? Were you injured?”
Before Nathan could respond, Fenna’s voice faintly pierced through, “Did she plant a tracker on you? How else could she have known about your accident?”
Mila was stunned, her heart sinking at Fenna’s words.
How close was Fenna to Nathan that she could overhear their conversation?
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Nathan fell into a momentary silence.
Instead of questioning how Mila had learned of his accident, he nervously asked, “Chubs, are you outside?”
Mila replied casually, “Yeah, I was on my way to meet Sienna and spotted you guys.”
With concern etched into his voice, Nathan asked, “Do you have a bodyguard with you? Is Phoebe there?”
Mila paused briefly before replying, “I’m alone. I didn’t bring anyone.”
Nathan’s urgency grew as he pressed, “Share your location with me. I’ll send someone over immediately.”
Once more, Mila fell silent, realizing Nathan hadn’t been concerned about her question at all.
Despite her worries about his car accident, he hadn’t mentioned a word about it. Instead, he showed more concern for her safety.
“Nate, everything’s fine. I’m just meeting up with a friend,” Mila reassured him, hoping to alleviate his concern. “Phoebe will join me shortly.
alone.
Nathan scolded Mila with a tone that struck a balance between sternness and care, resembling that of an older brother. “Next time you go out, you need to inform me. You can’t There must always be someone with you, understood?”
Feeling chastised, Mila mumbled, “Understood. And what about you?”
Nathan exhaled slowly before remembering to update her on his situation. “I was rear–ended by another car, but thankfully, it’s nothing serious.
Concern filled Mila’s voice as she asked, “Are you injured?”
“No, I’m okay,” Nathan reassured her.
A twinge of jealousy pricked at Mila as she recalled Nathan holding hands with Fenna. She wanted to broach the subject but found herself at a loss for words.
In that moment of hesitation, Fenna’s playful yet sarcastic voice cut in, “Seems like even a spare tire needs emotional maintenance these days. With the way she fusses over you, when are you going to consider upgrading her from just a backup plan?”
As Mila overheard these words, her heart went numb.
When had she ever regarded Nathan as a mere backup plan?
Was Fenna inadvertently causing trouble?
Mila suppressed a sigh and whispered, “Nate, is that constant buzzing noise from Fenna?”
Nathan looked puzzled. “You heard that?”
Mila managed a wry smile and retorted, “Would you have preferred me not to?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Nathan clarified.
Mila’s mood darkened as she said, “How close does she have to be to eavesdrop on our conversation? Even her voice seems to get picked up by the microphone.”
Nathan paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably.
Mila couldn’t help but wonder what Nathan was doing. Was he muting the microphone to speak with Fenna?
Her mood soured further. She felt helpless in the face of Fenna’s tendency to overstep boundaries and manipulate situations.
She could only hope that Nathan would see through Fenna’s behavior and maintain some distance.
However, what Nathan said next left her speechless.
“Chubs, Fenna has a habit of being casual with her words. Her recent comment wasn’t meant to offend you. It was just a joke between us, not directed at you.”
Mila responded with a disdainful snort, choosing to stay silent.
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Not getting any reaction from her, Nathan started to feel uneasy and clarified once more, Fenna and I are close friends, almost like siblings. Sometimes she doesn’t filter what she says to me, either.
Mila let out a scornful snort, unable to tolerate it any longer. She responded firmly, saying, Very well, I wish you and your ‘sibling–like‘ relationship all the best then.”
With that, she promptly ended the call.
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Mila was furious. The fact that Nathan seemed unaware of having such a superficial friend like Fenna by his side only intensified her
rage further.
What kind of sibling bond did he believe they shared? Was he blind to Fenna’s obvious admiration for him?
Shortly after Mila ended the call, Nathan immediately called her.
Nonetheless, Mila declined the call, but her phone rang for the second time.
Mila quickly sent a message explaining, “My phone ran out of battery.”
She then powered off her device.
At that moment, the cab arrived at the riverside.
Awide boulevard was adorned with an array of merchandise, drawing in numerous tourists leisurely strolling along the riverbank. Mila navigated through the lively crowd, scanning the stalls until she finally spotted Sienna at the far end.
Sienna’s booth showcased an assortment of affordable items, from basic handicrafts to trinkets, hair accessories, and jewelry. “Wanda!” Sienna’s face lit up with a smile as she noticed Mila, enthusiastically rising from her stool and waving.
Mila approached with a smile. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as she glanced at the items on Sienna’s display.
Even if Sienna sold everything, she wouldn’t make more than a thousand dollars. gaze
Sienna ushered Mila to sit on the only stool available, crouching down to meet Mila’s with optimism and cheer. “It’s been a busy day. | was just swamped with customers, so | couldn’t chat with you earlier.”
“Are you quite busy?” Mila asked softly, her heart feeling heavy for Sienna.
Sienna responded with a warm smile. “It depends. Some days, I’m busy dealing with customers, but on others, | hardly get any sales.”
Mila gently held Sienna’s hand. “How much have you made today?”
With a spark of excitement in her eyes, Sienna replied contentedly, “I’ve already earned over 200 bucks this morning. If things continue like this until evening, I’m confident I'll get 5 or 600 dollars.”
Mila smiled faintly, though a bitter pang lingered in her heart.
“Hey, don’t bother going home for dinner tonight. Let me treat you to some shepherd's pie,” Sienna said.
Just then, a customer approached, picking up a glass bead bracelet. “How much is this?” +15 BONUS
Sienna promptly stood up, wearing a charming smile.
She courteously answered, “It’s priced at 15 dollars. This one features a gorgeous starry sky design. It’s perfect for adding a touch of delicacy and charm, especially for women with fair and smooth skin.”
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Mila shook her head, her gaze fixed on Sienna. She wasn’t bored. Rather, she was thinking of ways she could help Sienna.
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Sienna patted Mila’s hand reassuringly and said, “It’s alright. I’m still young. | won't get worn out.”
Mila stood up and glanced around. “Sienna, is there a stationery store nearby?”
“There’s one about a few miles ahead,” Sienna replied, her curiosity rising. “What do you need?”
Mila calmly walked away from the stall, saying, “I need to buy something. Wait for me here.” With that, she left.
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Shortly after, Mila returned carrying a bag and a small makeshift table. Sienna looked puzzled.
Mila unfolded the table and retrieved white A4 papers, ink, and brushes from the bag. She wrote a message on the paper and attached it to the stall.
"Receive a complimentary ink painting with purchases exceeding 100 dollars."
Sienna was taken aback.
Mila began preparing the ink as Sienna looked around anxiously, advising, "Wanda, the people here are just regular folks. They usually don't pay much attention to famous artists or paintings. Not many might recognize you."
Considering Sienna's words, Mila couldn't help but agree. She then took out her phone, logged into her official account as Inkwell, and posted an update.
"Selling items on behalf of a friend. Get a complimentary painting with purchases exceeding 100 dollars."
Mila placed her phone down and offered Sienna a warm smile. "Just watch what happens."
Sienna felt grateful but also uneasy as she sat down next to Mila. "Wanda, your paintings are so valuable. Selling everything I have here wouldn't even compare to the worth of one of your artworks. Please don't diminish your value for my sake. I'd feel terribly guilty."
Mila held up the paper and waved it slightly. "I already paint for charity, and helping you is just another form of charitable work. Besides, these smaller paintings I'm creating now aren't particularly valuable."
While Sienna was partly convinced, she still harbored some doubts. Nonetheless, what Mila considered insignificant proved to be quite the opposite within half an hour, as a dozen luxury cars pulled up in front of their stall.
The men forming a line at the stall were all impeccably dressed in suits, emanating an air of sophistication and elegance that contrasted sharply with the street's ambiance.
These visitors were either art collectors or aides to prominent figures. Each customer made the same demand, "I'll take everything from your booth. I hope you can sign your name on the artwork."
Mila politely refused, stating, "No signatures, no photographs, and no framing."
She understood that adding her signature or taking photographs with the paintings would significantly increase their value, potentially selling for tens of thousands of dollars or more.
However, doing so would contradict her intention of assisting Sienna. Despite her refusal, the demand for Mila's paintings continued to skyrocket.
Sienna's stall was completely sold out, leaving those lucky enough to have purchased her items feeling as though they had won a prize, eagerly lining up for their complimentary painting.
The crowd of spectators kept growing.
Word spread rapidly that the renowned artist Inkwell was offering complimentary paintings, resulting in Sienna's products selling out. This sparked a frenzy as people flocked to Sienna's stall, eager to purchase anything just so they could get a free painting. "100 dollars, 1000 dollars, 10000 dollars. I'll buy anything, just let me get a free painting,” they pleaded.
Sienna had underestimated Inkwell's fame. Even the tables and chairs from her stall were swiftly claimed by eager buyers.
As the demand for free paintings surged and many were left empty-handed, it caught the attention of numerous journalists and media outlets.
Inkwell's presence caused a surge of visitors to the entire street, boosting the businesses of all the vendors.
Within just two hours, she became a trending topic online.
"Inkwell Offers Free Paintings at the Riverbank."
Inside the restaurant, Mila enjoyed every bite of the shepherd's pie that Sienna had kindly treated her to.
Sienna sat in a daze, constantly scrolling through her phone, still trying to process what had just happened.
She had always known Mila was talented, but witnessing firsthand the impact of someone truly exceptional was beyond her wildest imagination.
"How much did you make today?" Mila asked curiously.
Sienna set down her phone, nervously swallowing. "Well, I only had a few hundred dollars worth of merchandise, but I earned over 3000 dollars.
"The customers were like madmen, constantly shoving money at me. They even took the box where I kept my change and paid me a hundred just for that battered box," she exclaimed incredulously.
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Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.
As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, “Wanda, I read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions of dollars. Is that true?”
Mila’s gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are, but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces.”
Sienna was puzzled. “Why are they priced so high?”
Mila let out a sigh. “Art certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the influence of fame.
“When I first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces. for an astounding two million dollars.
“However, I donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That’s when I suddenly gained overnight fame, and things just took off from there.”
Sienna chimed in, “That’s why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People have even started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks.”
Mila nodded in response.
As Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I’ll never truly grasp, but I envy you for having a father who loves you deeply.”
Mila stole a glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned her father.
“Sienna, how has your father been doing health–wise?” Mila asked.
“My father passed away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling with emotion as she lowered her head.
Mila was taken aback, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a moment.
Having spent all her savings on treatment and accumulating debts, Sienna’s father finally underwent surgery. Things seemed to be looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed away.
Misfortune always appeared to target those already struggling with difficulties, underscoring the harsh reality of dealing with terminal illnesses.
Mila gently clasped Sienna’s hand, expressing her sympathy as she apologized. Sienna responded with her brightest and most resilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.
After all, that was all in the past now.
After a moment of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. “Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a psychiatric hospital before?”
painting.
The crowd of spectators kept growing.
Word spread rapidly that the renowned artist Inkwell was offering complimentary paintings, resulting in Sienna’s products selling out.
This sparked a frenzy as people flocked to Sienna’s stall, eager to purchase anything just so they could get a free painting.
“100 dollars, 1000 dollars, 10000 dollars. I’ll buy anything, just let me get a free painting,” they pleaded.
Sienna had underestimated Inkwell’s fame. Even the tables and chairs from her stall were swiftly claimed by eager buyers.
As the demand for free paintings surged and many were left empty–handed, it caught the attention of numerous journalists and media outlets.
Inkwell’s presence caused a surge of visitors to the entire street, boosting the businesses of all the vendors.
Within just two hours, she became a trending topic online.
“Inkwell Offers Free Paintings at the Riverbank.”
Inside the restaurant, Mila enjoyed every bite of the shepherd’s pie that Sienna had kindly treated her to.
Sienna sat in a daze, constantly scrolling through her phone, still trying to process what had just happened.
She had always known Mila was talented, but witnessing firsthand the impact of someone truly exceptional was beyond her wildest imagination.
“How much did you make today?” Mila asked curiously.
Sienna set down her phone, nervously swallowing. “Well, I only had a few hundred dollars. worth of merchandise, but I earned over 3000 dollars.
“The customers were like madmen, constantly shoving money at me. They even took the box where I kept my change and paid me a hundred just for that battered box,” she exclaimed incredulously.
Mila smiled, feeling happy that she could help Sienna. She had long set aside her worries about Fenna and Nathan.
As Sienna was about to enjoy her pie, she asked, “Wanda, I read in the news that one of your paintings is valued at millions of dollars. Is that true?”
Mila’s gentle smile lingered as she placed her fork down, delicately dabbing her mouth with a napkin. “Yes, some of them are, but not all. The prices range from tens of thousands to several hundred thousand dollars for the more common pieces.”
Sienna was puzzled. “Why are they priced so high?”
Mila let out a sigh. “Art certainly requires talent, but it’s often driven by hype and the influence of fame.
“When I first began painting online for charity, my father secretly purchased one of my pieces for an astounding two million dollars.
“However, I donated the entire amount to schools in rural areas. That’s when I suddenly gained overnight fame, and things just took off from there.”
Sienna chimed in, “That’s why your paintings are seen as worth millions in the public eye, with collectible value. People have even started studying your style and making replicas of your artworks.”
Mila nodded in response.
As Sienna savored her pie, she mused, “The world of the wealthy is something I’ll never truly grasp, but I envy you for having a father who loves you deeply.”
Mila stole a glance at Sienna, detecting a touch of melancholy and sorrow in her eyes as she mentioned her father.
“Sienna, how has your father been doing health–wise?” Mila asked.
“My father passed away last month,” Sienna revealed, her voice trembling with emotion as she lowered her head.
Mila was taken aback, unsure of how to offer comfort in such a moment.
Having spent all her savings on treatment and accumulating debts, Sienna’s father finally underwent surgery. Things seemed to be looking up when, unexpectedly, he passed away.
Misfortune always appeared to target those already struggling with difficulties, underscoring the harsh reality of dealing with terminal illnesses.
Mila gently clasped Sienna’s hand, expressing her sympathy as she apologized. Sienna responded with her brightest and most resilient smile, gently shaking her head to convey that everything was okay.
After all, that was all in the past now.
After a moment of contemplation, Mila changed the topic. “Sienna, were you a volunteer counselor at a psychiatric hospital before?”
Sienna affirmed with a nod. “Yes, I provided free counseling to patients battling depression.” Mila thought it over before suggesting, “I have a part–time job opportunity available. It pays 2000 dollars a
day. Would you be interested?”
Sienna was taken aback, her hands instinctively covering her chest as she joked, “What kind of part– time job pays such a high rate? You’re not suggesting I sell my body, are you?”
Mila chuckled at the playful remark, shaking her head. “What on earth are you thinking? Do I look like a pimp to you?”
Sienna laughed along. “I’m just pulling your leg.”
“I admire your optimistic outlook. I believe you’d be a great fit,” Mila remarked sincerely.
Intrigued, Sienna asked, “So, what’s this part–time job all about?”
Leaning in closer, Mila placed her hands on the table and whispered, “It involves working as a psychological counselor and caregiver for Daniel.”
Sienna frowned. “Who’s Daniel?”
“He’s Nathan’s older brother. Daniel used to serve as a respected anti–drug officer, but he’s experienced significant physical and mental trauma.
“Now, he’s completely incapacitated–blind, unable to walk–and, most importantly, he’s lost his will to live. He’s grappling with severe psychological issues and has become utterly despondent.”
Sienna covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as she murmured sympathetically, ” An anti– drug officer? Even if there was no pay involved, I’d still want to help. I’ll volunteer for the role.”
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Mila shook her head, letting out a soft sigh. “No, you will get your paycheck. Otherwise, you won't last an hour.”
Sienna was taken aback. “Is it really that serious?”
Motivated by a desire to earn money and assist the esteemed anti-drug officer, Siennal
eventually agreed.
Mila explained to Sienna about Daniel's previous occupation, the circumstances of his injury, and his current condition.
As the warm glow of the sunset painted the sky with shades of red, Mila and Sienna left the restaurant, hand in hand.
Their steps faltered as they spotted Nathan on the main road.
Standing before a black sedan were Nathan, Fenna, and Cole.
Approaching them with a stern expression, Nathan asked, “Where’s Phoebe? And where are the bodyguards you brought?”
Sienna was somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Nathan was suddenly upset with Mila. Mila glanced up at the sky. It seemed that Nathan’s banquet had ended.
Her gaze shifted from Nathan to Fenna, and a sense of unease washed over her. Rather than addressing his question directly, Mila challenged, “How did you know | was here?
With his hands in his pockets, Nathan replied icily, “You’re quite the public figure. Would you really expect anyone not to know your whereabouts?”
Mila fell into silence.
Though she understood Nathan’s concern for her safety, seeing Fenna by his side stirred her jealousy.
Sensing the tension escalating, Sienna felt compelled to step in and help mediate the situation. “Actually...” she began. But before she could complete her sentence, Fenna stepped forward.
She positioned herself beside Nathan and reprimanded, “Wanda, why did you keep ignoring Nate’s calls and then turn off your phone? Do you know how worried he was?
“Because of you, he couldn't focus during the banquet reception for the foreign dignitaries. Despite being an adult, you’re quite irresponsible.”
Mila stared at Fenna with disbelief, rendered speechless by her audacity. Who was Fenna to dictate Mila’s actions? What gave her the right to do so? It wasn’t her position to lecture Mila simply because she didn’t answer Nathan’s phone call
Mila refused to compromise her dignity by confronting Fenna. Instead, she turned to Nathan, her eyes shimmering with tears of confusion.
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With a cold smile, Mila replied to Fenna, “I messaged Nate, informing him that my phone had died.”
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She didn’t care about what Fenna thought of her or what she said. She simply wanted to understand why Nathan seemed to agree with her words.
Sienna couldn’t help but notice Mila’s hand trembling slightly. As she gazed at Mila’s face, she could detect the profound frustration brewing within her.
Glaring at Fenna, Sienna countered sharply, “Who do you think you are, meddling in a couple’s affairs? This is a private matter between them.”
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Fenna raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mila, taking on a self–righteous stance in defense of Nathan.
“What sort of couple are they? Would she even acknowledge it? What does she take Nate for? Clinging tightly to him on one hand, yet refusing to define their relationship in any way, not even as mere friends–doesn’t that seem to be the situation?”
Cole quickly stepped forward, pulling Fenna back and whispering, “Ms. Hudson, please don’t cause trouble.”
Fenna brushed off Cole’s hand, visibly irritated. “I pity you, Nate. Why should she be allowed. to play with your feelings?”
Mila remained silent as she looked at Nathan, her eyes brimming with tears as her heart weighed heavily with pain.
Did Nathan truly agree with everything Fenna said? Was she really that intolerable?
Feeling disheartened, Mila took Sienna’s hand and turned away, her voice faltering, “Sienna, let’s go.
“Alright,” Sienna said and followed her.
Just as they were about to take a step forward, Nathan walked ahead, blocking Mila’s path. His gaze was intense, his tone gentle but filled with concern. “Where are you going?”
Mila suppressed her emotions, biting her lower lip and holding her breath. She gazed up at him with a faint, resigned expression.
Accusation simmered in her eyes.
Despite this, Nathan failed to grasp her feelings and said solemnly, “Come home with me. You can bring your friend. It’s not safe to wander outside. It’s too risky.”
Sienna found Nathan’s concern unnecessary and retorted, “What danger could there be? Norvania has excellent security with surveillance cameras and police patrols everywhere. You don’t need to worry, Mr. Morrison.”
Nathan sighed helplessly as he glanced at Sienna. Nonetheless, he didn’t blame her, acknowledging the truth in the saying “ignorance is bliss“.
On the contrary, Mila should have been aware of her unique status, especially after her identity was exposed at Nightshade headquarters. Regardless of the location, she remained in significant danger.
Mila eventually calmed down, and she spoke in a detached tone, “Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your kindness, but I won’t be staying at your place.
“I don’t want your ‘close friend‘ to reprimand me for leading you on without making a proper commitment.”
The emphasis on “close friend” in her tone was evident.
With that said, Mila took Sienna’s hand and walked past Nathan.
Nathan felt a tremor in his heart.
No longer staying at his house?
Those words felt like sharp knives piercing his heart.
Had all of Mila’s care and companionship over the past few days meant nothing?
Was sharing a bed with him every night during his injury just a facade?
Was her intimacy and the boldness to kiss him earlier that day, to entice him so intimately, merely a performance as well?
Did she eagerly anticipate leaving him as soon as his body recovered?
Nathan’s cold, ambiguous smile betrayed the turmoil within him. His chest heaved, the fire in his heart raging. He clenched his fists tightly, enduring the pain.
After a few moments, Nathan abruptly turned and caught up to Mila. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back from Sienna.
Mila stumbled back several steps, her expression fraught with panic as she stood before Nathan, her complexion drained of color.
Nathan’s face appeared unusually grim, marked by a cold and dark expression.
The fiery intensity in his eyes betrayed a complex blend of deep affection, anger, and a myriad of worries and troubles, leaving others perplexed about the underlying source of his turmoil. A chilling air seemed to surround him, creating a suffocating feeling.
Mila’s heart had yet to settle when Nathan’s displeased voice pierced the air, “Come home with me.”
“I don’t want to” Mila blurted out in frustration.
Nathan’s gaze turned even darker, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on her arm. “Is it in your nature to be fickle?” he accused.”
Mila was taken aback, a chill settling deep in her heart.
Not only was she accused of playing with Nathan’s emotions, but she was also now labeled as fickle.
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The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Her gaze shifted toward Fenna, who was behind Nathan.
She thought that Fenna must be gloating now. She must enjoy seeing them in such an unpleasant situation.
Mila felt so wronged that her eyes welled up with tears. She knew her faults and where she went wrong.
But she just wanted Nathan to unconditionally support her and stand by her side instead of supporting his friend. She wanted to be this man’s favorite, not just someone he simply liked. The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Tears shimmered in her eyes.
She pretended indifference as she said, “Yes, I’m just that fickle. You got hurt because of me, and I took care of you for days. Now that you’ve recovered, I’ve fulfilled my responsibility.” “Responsibility?” Nathan murmured, his voice trembling slightly.
He smiled sorrowfully as he continued, “Responsibility… You’re only responsible for the injuries I suffered?”
Mila bit her lower lip stoically. She looked down as she didn’t dare to look at him.
She knew how he felt and knew that hearing these words would hurt him, yet she couldn’t help but say them. She immediately regretted saying those words to hurt him.
Nathan took a deep breath as his eyes reddened. He held onto her arm tightly because he was afraid that she might leave if he let go.
Trying to compromise, he said in a gentle tone, “Chubs, my injury hasn’t fully healed yet, so you haven’t fulfilled vo
responsibility.
“How long do you want to stay out? I’ll stay with you, but when you’ve had enough, I’ll take you home.”
Upon hearing this, Mila’s heart completely softened. Despite the grievances she endured from Fenna, even if he didn’t defend her, she didn’t want to argue anymore.
Watching Nathan trying to compromise, Fenna suddenly became furious. She rushed over to question him, “Nate, why are you lowering yourself? Can’t you think more clearly?”
Fenna’s interference caused Mila’s recently softened heart to harden once more, bringing her sudden clarity.
She ignored Fenna, focusing her gaze on Nathan. “Nate, do you think it’s appropriate for an outsider to interfere in our matters?” she asked.
Nathan was about to respond, but Fenna’s annoyance was evident as her voice rose several decibels. She angrily said, “I’m–Nate’s best friend, and I can’t stand seeing you hurt him like this. What’s wrong? You toy with him and won’t let me say anything?”
Mila was unable to restrain herself any longer. She threw aside her manners as she angrily retorted, “How am I toying with him?”
Fenna was angry, hands on her hips. She angrily replied, “He had doctors, nurses, friends, and maids to take care of him when he was injured. You don’t have to pretend to look after him for
a few days.
“Besides, why did you kiss him if you don’t like him? If this isn’t toying with him, then what is it? Your behavior is truly disgraceful.”
Fenna berated Mila until she cried. She clenched her fists tightly as she was unable to refute Fenna’s words.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she gazed at Nathan with teary eyes. She never expected to be insulted by Fenna so badly.
There were only a few pedestrians on the street.
As night fell, the soft glow of the lights intertwined with the dusk, and it draped a touch of sorrow over Mila.
She bit her lip to hold back tears. Her chin trembled as she looked at Nathan with watery eyes. She just hoped that he would help her.
There was a lump in her throat as she asked, “Nate, do you also think the same?”
Nathan gazed at her deeply, but he remained silent.
Mila took a deep breath. She suppressed her sadness and asked again, “Do you also think I’ve been toying with you?”
Nathan reached out to her and gently took her hand. “Then, give me a proper status,” he said.
Mila’s heart completely sank at his response. Not only did he not help her, but he also sided with Fenna and saw things from that woman’s perspective.
Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Chapter 409
Was he protecting Fenna?
The thought ran through her head. Mila even suspected Nathan was merely harboring a regret of unrequited love for Mila from their youth. He didn't love her that much.
He wouldn't even hurt Fenna for her.
Mila took a deep breath, then forcefully shook off Nathan's hand. She trembled with anger as she felt bitter, her heart clenching uncomfortably.
"Don't touch me!" she shouted.
Her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She took two steps back to distance herself from Nathan.
She wiped away her tears desperately, but she felt wretchedly pitiful, like a helpless creature. No one understood, and there was no one to love her.
Sienna couldn't bear to watch anymore. "Let's go," she said, grabbing Mila's hand and leading her away. Mila wiped away her tears while crying. She couldn't help but look back at him.
Cole followed behind her.
Nathan and Fenna didn't move from their spot.
Her heart was broken and completely hopeless. She felt that any decision she made now was wrong.
Nathan wasn't worth giving up her research career at Sunterland and returning to Norvania to be with him.
The more Mila thought about it, the sadder she felt. This time, she didn't look back and left with Sienna. Under the streetlamp, Nathan watched as Mila's silhouette slowly faded away before him. His expression gradually darkened, and his stern expression became increasingly grim.
Fenna breathed a sigh of relief. She walked over to him and softly comforted, "Nate, don't mind her. This kind of woman is not worth your affection."
"What kind of woman is she?" Nathan coldly asked.
Fenna trembled at his question, finding his tone cold and icy. She gulped nervously. She adjusted her tone and said, "Don't think too much about it. Let's just go back."
Nathan gazed coldly at Fenna. He said with a serious tone, "Fenna, I admit that I'm despicable, trying to use your influence to force Chubs into giving me a status."
Fenna was stunned, and she didn't know what to say at that moment.
"You should know that I love her very much," Nathan said with a warning tone, "If you still want to continue being friends with me, please know your place.
"Don't interfere in matters between me and Chubs. Don't ever try to nitpick or criticize her."
Fenna said, aggrieved, "I'm just speaking up for you."
"I don't need it."
"What did Wanda do to make you so enamored with her?"
Nathan's expression changed instantly. He brushed past her, saying, "Our friendship ends here."
Fenna panicked and immediately stood in front of Nathan. "I'm sorry, Nate. I promise I won't interfere in matters between you and Wanda anymore, nor will I say anything bad about her. We've been friends for so long. We can't just end it like this, can we?"
Nathan fell silent, and his expression softened.
Fenna noticed he was affected by her words, so she asked curiously, "When Wanda was here just now, why didn't you protect her like this? Why did you upset her and let her leave before coming clean with me?"
Nathan remained silent with a cold expression. He brushed past her and headed toward the car.
Fenna followed him. As they walked, she said, "Didn't you notice how sad she was? Are you doing this on purpose?
"You said you love her very much, so why didn't you go after her when she left feeling sad and upset? Nate?
Nathan ignored her and got into the driver's seat.
Fenna then walked to the passenger side. She tried to open the door but found it locked.
She tapped on the door and asked, "Why did you lock the door? I'm still outside."
Nathan didn't even glance at her. He started the car and drove away.
Chapter 410
Chapter 410
It was late at night, but Sudvilla was still brightly lit.
In the living room, Nathan sat on the sofa. He leaned back against the sofa with one hand
sofa. covering his eyes to block the light while the other rested on the back of the
He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He loosened his tie, and two buttons on his white shirt were also undone.
He remained still. His posture was relaxed and lazy as he looked slightly worn out in his disheveled state.
He was enveloped in a gloomy sense of loneliness all around him.
After having had drinks at the banquet, the aftereffects of the alcohol began to take hold of him.
The alcohol went straight to his head, magnifying his sadness several times over. He couldn’t get Mila’s tearful expression out of his mind and heart.
He felt like he had gone insane. Why did he think Mila would give him a proper status under Fenna’s pressure?
Normal friend or boyfriend? Was he going nuts over wanting a label?
He had a rule of not being in any ambiguous relationships with women. But this was Wanda. He felt he could ignore his rule and forget about the label.
If she wanted to toy with his feelings, flirt, or even have sex with him, he would go along with it as long as she was happy.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Nathan lowered his hand and sat up straight. He reached for his phone on the coffee table and answered it.
His voice was hoarse and deep as he asked weakly, “Is she back?”
Cole replied, “General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis went to the bar with her friend for drinks. She even danced with a stranger.”
Nathan bent over as he lowered his head. He rested his hand on his forehead as he placed his elbow on his knee. “Let her have fun, but you need to keep her safe. When she’s done, bring her back.”
Cole was resigned as he said, “General Morrison, I’ve tried several times to bring Ms. Hoffis back, but she refuses to return to Sudvilla. She said she will go back to Hoffis Manor once she’s had enough fun.”
Nathan remained silent for a few seconds. His tone was firm as he said, “If she refuses to come back, then you need to bring her back by force.”
“Yes, General Morrison,” Cole replied before ending the call.
Tossing his phone aside, Nathan leaned back on the sofa to rest his.
eyes.
Two hours later, it was 1:30 am.
Nathan immediately snapped awake upon hearing the sound of a car outside. He stood up and hurriedly walked out.
Outside, Cole stepped out from the driver’s seat. He went to the back and opened the car door. Nathan walked over. He gazed intensely at the girl in the back seat.
“General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis drank a lot. She’s completely drunk,” Cole reported.
Nathan asked, “Did you safely escort her friend home?”
“Yes, I’ve sent her home.”
Nathan didn’t say anything. He leaned in and carried Mila out of the car.
As Mila gazed hazily at the man who was carrying her, she couldn’t help but pout as she wept. She clenched her fists and pounded his chest. “Let go of me, Nathan, you bastard,” she said as she struggled and moved around. “Don’t touch me… Nathan, I–I… don’t need you to carry me. Go and carry your best friend. Nathan…”
Nathan carried her into the house with steady steps. He then headed straight upstairs.
Mila kept fussing until she cried. She sobbed drunkenly in his arms, “Nathan… you’re a bastard. I don’t like you anymore. I’ll never like you again….
As Nathan entered the room and prepared to place her on the bed, her words left him stunned in place.
His heart felt like it was falling into a bottomless abyss, dark and hollow. It fell down endlessly and left him in a state of emptiness and loneliness.
Nathan smiled bitterly as his gaze filled with endless sadness. He murmured sadly, “Who do you like?”