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Lucas drew a deep breath, quelling his rage as he stowed away Mila’s gun, muttering curses under his breath directed at Oliver. “This lovestruck fool is indeed a failure. We’ve witnessed the might of this gun before, yet he let her bring it in. Piece of shit.”
With that, Lucas pivoted and strode away, his voice firm as he issued commands. “Clean up these bodies and lock these women up separately.”
“Anyone who dares to lay a hand on them will lose his dick,” Lucas thundered. “Do you, understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Vega,” his subordinates chorused in response.
Without delay, the burly men escorted Mila out of the room.
As Lucas‘ figure receded, Mila desperately cried out, her voice echoing through the corridor. “Please, get a doctor for Phoebe. She’s suffering from internal injuries. Please, get help for her.”
Ignoring her pleas, Lucas continued on his way, his steps resolute.
Separated from Phoebe once more, Mila persisted in banging on the door as she was confined to her room, her voice pleading. “Can’t you hear me? Get a doctor for Phoebe, and get her some medication. I’m begging you.”
In another room, Phoebe’s eyes shimmered with tears, a radiant smile gracing her lips. Her soft voice trembled with emotion. “Mila, I’m alright.”
Night descended.
Mila, weakened by hunger and exhaustion, tossed and turned in bed, unable to find rest. Her thoughts were consumed with worry for Zach, Loretta, Phoebe, Nathan, and Sienna..
Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder pierced the silence.
Mila shrieked in terror, reflexively covering her ears and curling into a tight ball.
Her fear of thunder persisted, even after reclaiming her memories. The day her parents were attacked, it was raining, the sensation of drowning in the water haunting her still, suffocating her with fear at the mere recollection.
In no time, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed outside, accompanied by pouring rain. Mila cocooned herself within the blankets. She drew them tightly around her body and
sought solace in their warmth as she curled her legs beneath the blanket.
After what seemed like an eternity, the thunder rumbled to a halt, and the rain’s relentless drumming softened to a whisper.
A faint thud reverberated from the door, barely audible but distinct in Mila’s ears.
Peering out from beneath the blankets, she discovered the room cloaked in impenetrable. darkness. Perhaps it was the storm that wreaked havoc on the electrical system.
Mila waited in silence, but the absence of sound from outside deepened her unease. The power outage alone was unsettling, but the eerie silence that enveloped the surroundings felt profoundly wrong.
Determined to investigate, she threw off the blankets and slipped out of bed, navigating the darkness toward the door with cautious steps.
With trembling hands, she unlocked the door and eased it open.
A sudden force pushed against the door from the other side, causing Mila to stagger backward.
Before she could react, a figure surged forward, swiftly encircling her waist with a strong arm and muffling her mouth with a firm hand, deftly shutting the door behind them.
Trapped against the wall, Mila’s heart thundered in her chest as she stared into the darkness, straining to discern the features of her captor.
Tall and muscular, with hands that radiated power, the figure exuded an intimidating presence.
Mila struggled against the hold, her muffled protests barely escaping her throat.
Leaning in close, the figure whispered in her ear, his voice like a soothing melody. “Chubs, it’s me.”
The warmth of his breath against her ear and the familiar timbre of the voice quelled the turmoil in Mila’s heart, eliciting an overwhelming surge of relief.
It was Nathan. He had come. Unlike his usual assertive demeanor, he had slipped in silently.
Nathan continued to speak in hushed tones, his voice a comforting presence in the darkness. “The storm came at the right time.”
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Mila gently removed the hand covering her mouth, her voice soft as she stated, “Nate, my grandparents are being held.”
Nathan explained, “Lucas has been with me for years. He is skilled in self–protection and, counter– surveillance.”
Confusion filled Mila’s voice. “What do
you mean?”
“Your grandparents have been relocated. They’re no longer at Hoffis Manor.”
Mila’s heart sank instantly, a heavy sorrow settling within her. First, it was her parents, and now her grandparents. Oliver, that accursed man, deserved every bit of hatred.
“What about the others?” Mila pressed.
Nathan, brimming with confidence, said, “Let’s not rush. Give it a few more minutes.
Mila had absolute trust in Nathan. She relaxed her guard and waited silently.
With each passing minute, Nathan’s comforting scent surrounded Mila. His warm breath brushed her cheek, his strong presence mere inches away. His commanding and
overwhelming masculinity sent shivers down her spine.
Mila asked nervously, “Nate, can you please let go of me?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Nathan stepped back and freed her. They couldn’t read each other’s expressions in the darkness, creating a sense of awkwardness.
Mila moved past Nathan, finding her way to the edge of the bed and sitting down.
“Are you taking Daniel to Sunterland?” Nathan’s voice resonated deeply.
Mila nodded. “Yes, for his treatment.”
Silence followed.
Sensing Nathan’s unease, Mila added, “Gary and Florence have agreed to it.”
Still, Nathan remained silent.
Mila declared firmly, “As long as there’s a chance, I won’t give up on Daniel.”
Nathan responded coldly with a hum. With that, he opened the door and left the room. As the door creaked open, Mila stood up anxiously. “Nate?”
Suddenly, the room flooded with light.
Mila glimpsed Nathan’s back as he descended the stairs purposefully. Approaching the railing, she clutched it tightly and gazed downward.
The sight in the living room sent waves of shock through her.
Dozens of soldiers from the military base stood in a commanding formation, their presence oozing authority. They aimed their weapons at a group of criminals bound together in the
center.
Among them, Lucas was restrained and thrown among the criminals.
Mila scanned the room anxiously, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease tightened her chest, prompting her to rush to the adjacent room. Pushing open the door, she discovered Phoebe lying sound asleep in bed.
Worry flooded her, and she hastened over, perching on the edge of Phoebe’s bed and gently shaking her hand. “Phoebe, wake up. Nathan is here to rescue us.”
Phoebe’s complexion paled, offering no response.
Panic seized Mila as she pressed her hand against Phoebe’s forehead. It felt cool to the touch, igniting a sense of urgency within her. “Phoebe, please wake up! Don’t frighten me.. Please, wake up.”
Yet, Phoebe remained still.
Mila’s heart was heavy with tension, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Tremors ran through her hands, and her entire body felt feeble.
She bolted out of the room, leaning over the railing, her voice trembling as she shouted, ” Nate, something’s wrong with Phoebe. Please, save her, Nate.”
Nathan turned back, and his gaze met Mila’s panicked expression. Her pallid face mirrored her anguish.
Without a word, he sprinted upstairs, with Cole following closely behind. They burst into the room.
As Nathan laid eyes on Phoebe, his expression darkened. He pressed his fingers against her carotid artery to check for her pulse.
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“Cole, get her to the hospital immediately,” Nathan commanded.
Without hesitation, Cole swiftly responded, lifting Phoebe and bolting outside. Mila trailed closely behind.
Just as she reached the doorway, her steps faltered, and she turned back to Nathan. Her voice tense with urgency as she instructed, “Daniel and the others are still trapped in other rooms. You have to rescue them.”
Nathan’s gaze darkened as he silently nodded in acknowledgment, a sharp pang of pain gripping his heart.
With her plea delivered, Mila’s mind couldn’t entertain any other thoughts as she hurriedly chased after Cole’s retreating form.
Nathan emerged from the room. Leaning against the railing, he observed the scene below with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the criminals bound in the center of the living room.
Meanwhile, in the other rooms, forensic experts continued their search for explosives.
Descending the stairs, Nathan was met with the sight of Sienna wheeling out Daniel. His gaze was deep as he stared at Daniel.
“Dan,” Nathan greeted him as he approached.
Daniel remained composed. “You’ve arrived swiftly. Your abilities are truly remarkable.
“It’s just that Chubs‘ signal came in time,” Nathan replied as he approached Sienna, gesturing for her to let go. Stepping back, she complied.
He took hold of the wheelchair handle, pushing Daniel out of the door. As they were on their way out, Daniel asked, “Where’s Chubs?”
Nathan offered a wry smile, feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy. “You both genuinely care for each other.”
Daniel paused momentarily, his silence echoing the sting of Nathan’s words.
Observing Daniel’s reaction, Nathan continued, “Phoebe is injured. Chubs is following her to the hospital.”
Curious, Daniel asked, “Who’s Phoebe?”
Nathan clarified, “She’s one of Chubs‘ subordinates.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“Will you go to Sunterland with her for treatment?”
“I don’t want to, but she’s determined on it.”
“Go, don’t give up as long as there’s a glimmer of hope.”
“Okay,” Daniel replied with a nod.
The car outside was already waiting.
Nathan settled Daniel into the back seat and then stowed the wheelchair neatly into the trunk. Sienna followed suit, closing the door behind her.
Amidst the baptism of rain, the vehicle departed, leaving behind the dark and damp night.
ill carried by the north wind. The drizzle continued, accompanied by a subtle
Nathan stood beneath the shelter of the doorway and listened to the raindrops, his heart sinking with each passing moment.
He remembered the conversation with Mila.
“Is there someone you love?” he asked.
Mila responded, “Yes, but his heart belongs elsewhere. It won’t work between us.”
How absurd it had been for him to suspect Oliver back then. Now, with the pieces clicked into place, he understood Mila’s unattainable love.
The man she loved must be his brother, Daniel. The realization stabbed at his heart like a dagger.
Shaking off the tumult of emotions, Nathan reentered the house.
Inside, a stranger awaited him.
Approaching, Simon introduced himself with a respectful nod. “Mr. Morrison, I’m Simon, Mila’s senior.”
Acknowledging Simon with a nod, Nathan’s mood weighed heavily as he proceeded to the living room.
Lucas sat bound in the center, his demeanor stoic despite his predicament.
Nathan knelt before him, his gaze piercing and his voice firm. “Where is Oliver? And where are Chubs‘ grandparents?”
With a bitter smile, Lucas met Nathan’s gaze, determination shining through.
Through clenched teeth, he spoke, “Mr. Morrison, I’ve betrayed you, and now I’m at a dead end. Am I still obligated to reveal their whereabouts?”
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Nathan’s deep gaze darkened. “You seem to understand me quite well.”
Lucas’s response was a cold sneer. “After all, I’ve followed you for so many years. I know
your ways.
“Given that, how dare you do such actions behind my back?” Nathan’s voice remained composed but hinted at an underlying threat.
Lucas defiantly raised his chin, his expression fierce. “Fortune favors the bold. Without risks, where’s the reward?”
Nathan stood up slowly, his voice as gentle as a breeze. “I fear you may have riches but lack the life to enjoy them.”
With that, he turned and settled onto the couch. Although his gaze was seemingly devoid of emotion, it betrayed a sense of discomfort.
Beneath the façade, Nathan felt a pang of unease. After years of camaraderie with Lucas, to. witness it come to this now was not his desire.
The soldiers of the military camp escorted the prisoners into vehicles while the recovered bombs were loaded into anti–riot trucks.
Soon, the rain ceased, and dawn broke.
After a day of rescue efforts, Phoebe’s condition stabilized.
When Simon arrived at the hospital and saw Mila’s despondent expression, he couldn’t help but feel heartache.
Phoebe was asleep, so Mila sat with Simon in the hospital corridor for a discussion.
Simon asked, “With these sudden developments disrupting our plans, when do you plan to
return?”
Mila’s hands clenched tightly together, her mood low. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay in Norvania with my grandparents. I want to find my parents. I don’t wish to go back to
Sunterland.”
“Chubs…” Simon spoke earnestly, “The research institute and the nation won’t agree.
Mila smiled bitterly. “Exactly. So, I’d be forced to return to continue my research and live a life filled with regrets and longing.”
“The nation will assist in finding your family. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“And what about him?”
Simon looked puzzled. “Who?”
“The man I love.”
Simon responded, “Easy. Take him with you to Sunterland. Although your work is unique, there are still visitation periods for spouses every month.”
Mila’s teary eyes shifted to Simon, her voice laced with sadness. “Simon, the man I love is.. Nathan.”
Simon was taken aback, his silence speaking volumes.
Mila continued, “He leads the Norvanian military. He holds the rank of Defense General in Norvania. His position is unique, and it clashes too much with mine.”
As she spoke, Mila teetered on the brink of tears, her hands covering her face. After a deep breath, she suppressed the ache in her heart and confessed, “What pains me the most is that even simple communication between us is forbidden.”
Simon lowered his head in disappointment. “When did you realize you loved him?”
Mila put her hands down and exhaled deeply. She pondered for a moment before responding, “I think I’ve loved him since childhood. We were inseparable as kids, like childhood sweethearts. I saw him as a big brother back then. It was a pure and innocent love. I believed he was the best.
“After I went abroad, we were forced to cut off contact. There was a long period of longing, but with my busy studies, I had no time to keep in touch with him. Plus, I felt it was pointless to remain in contact with him, so I cut ties completely.
“I realized I was truly in love with him about three years ago after I lost my memory.” Mila paused, a smile playing on her lips. “It was love at first sight. I even thought I must have loved him in my past life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have felt such an intense feeling the first time I saw him.”
Simon hung his head, his words heavy with weight. “Mila, love is insignificant in the face of our nation’s affairs.”
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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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Cole readily agreed, “Sure.”
Right after Mila exited the ward, Phoebe and Cole found themselves enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere as they exchanged awkward glances.
Cole hastily searched for a topic to break the silence. “Would you like some fruit? Let me slice an apple for you.”
Phoebe nodded, saying, “Thank you.”
Cole felt a sudden stiffness, his movements becoming clumsy and uncoordinated. He
wandered inside the ward, scanning the surroundings until he realized the apple was right before him.
Frantically, he searched for a knife, circling until he spotted it beside the fruits. His
fumbling actions brought a smile to Phoebe’s lips.
Three days later, Phoebe had made a full recovery. On the day of her discharge, Cole arrived to pick them up.
Seated in Cole’s car, Mila inquired, “Cole, is Nate in Phoenicia?”
“He is,” Cole responded.
“Is he busy?” Mila probed.
“He’s quite busy,” Cole responded honestly. He pondered, “When is Mr. Morrison ever not busy?”
“That’s alright. It won’t take up too much of his time anyway.”
Curious, Cole asked, “Ms. Hoffis, do you have something to discuss with him?”
Mila instructed, “Cole, take me to Sudvilla, and then drop Phoebe off at Hoffis Manor.”
“Alright.”
Phoebe, feeling dubious, questioned, “Mila, why are you going to Sudvilla?”
Mila leaned close to Phoebe’s ear, whispering while covering her mouth with her hand, “To steal something.”
Phoebe’s eyes widened in shock, finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard.” What are you planning to steal?” she asked in a hushed tone.
Mila responded with a mysterious smile, her expression unreadable as she shook her head, indicating she couldn’t reveal her plans just yet.
Phoebe stared at her with curiosity. She wondered if Mila was truly intending to steal something from Nathan. And if so, what could it be?
Under the cloak of night’s tranquility, a sleek black car glided into Sudvilla.
The driver stepped out, courteously opening Nathan’s car door. “Mr. Morrison, we’ve arrived.”
Emerging from his reverie, Nathan closed the files, donned his suit jacket, and gathered his documents before stepping onto the pavement. He acknowledged the driver with a nod.” You may head back.”
The driver bowed respectfully. “Good night, Mr. Morrison.”
Nathan pressed his fingerprint and pushed the gate open. As he stepped inside, the glow of lights from within the mansion caught his attention, stirring a sense of alertness within
him.
“Why are the lights on? Is Cole home?” he wondered.
Closing the door behind him, Nathan’s keen eyes swept across the living room before proceeding further.
A sound emanated from the kitchen. Nathan paused, fixing his gaze on the kitchen entrance
At that moment, a graceful figure emerged from the kitchen, carrying utensils.
As Nathan beheld her, his heart danced with a surge of warmth, flooding him with affection. He stood frozen in place.
Mila’s smile radiated as she approached, her eyes brimming with tenderness. “Nate, you’re back. I’ve made some bread pudding for you. Would you care for some?”
The scene before Nathan seemed surreal–a loving woman awaiting his return late at night. It felt both dreamlike and palpably real.
Setting down the utensils, Mila approached Nathan, taking his jacket and documents and arranging them on the nearby couch. Turning back to him, Mila met Nathan’s gaze, her eyes reflecting clarity, her smile a balm to his soul.
“Why are you here?” Nathan inquired with curiosity.
But Mila sensed a subtle discord in his words. A pang of disappointment washed over her as
she gently took Nathan’s hand, leading him to the dining table and urging him to sit.
“Nate, please have some pumpkin soup. I made it especially for you,” she urged.
Nathan remained composed as he repeated his question, “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”
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Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. “Am I not welcome?”
Nathan replied, “You know that’s not what I mean.
Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. “I wanted to see you.”
Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him.
Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing?
Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him.
After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. “Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings.”
Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.
As Nathan waited for her response, Mila appeared to be in turmoil.
He briefly glanced at his phone screen to check if he had missed any crucial messages,
Underneath the table, Mila nervously dug her nails into her palm, her heart racing like that of a startled deer. Before she could speak, her cheeks were already burning with
embarrassment.
“Nate, could you join me in bed?”
Her words lingered in the air, hanging heavily between them.
With a loud thud, Nathan’s phone slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, startling them both.
Mila peeked over, her eyes wide with surprise. Nathan hastily bent down, swiftly retrieving his phone.
He first placed it on the table, then the next moment, he pocketed it, his actions somewhat erratic. He was genuinely taken aback by her bold proposition.
As Mila approached him, Nathan stood up from his chair, his mouth dry as he cleared his throat. His tone was somewhat sharp. “Chubs, I’ve already made myself clear before. With your intelligence, you shouldn’t have trouble understanding my intentions, right?”
Mila’s cheeks blazed crimson, her demeanor a blend of resignation and sorrow. “I know your concerns. You fear that I will get married after my return to Sunterland, and you wish to protect my innocence.”
“If you understand, then stop thinking about that,” Nathan responded, a heat spreading through his chest. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt collar before turning away from Mila. He then strode purposefully toward the living room.
Mila trailed closely behind, her façade one of audacity as she spoke, “I don’t even care about it myself. Why do you concern so much with these matters?”
Reaching the bar counter, Nathan poured himself a glass of cold water and downed it in one gulp.
Setting the glass down, he turned to face Mila. “You’re someone who could leave at any moment. What exactly do you want?”
Mila approached him, looking up at him with determination. “Nate, I simply wish to share a night with you. No, perhaps two or three.”
She wanted to bear his child. It was a risky wager–a bet on Sunterland’s generosity.
Nathan stood with his hands on his waist and took a deep breath. Just hearing Mila’s words made him feel feverish all over. Such bold and blatant seduction was something he couldn’t
resist.
“You’re out of your mind, Chubs,” Nathan said. He then grabbed her arm and led her toward the door. “I’ll send you home.”
“I’m not leaving, Nate,” Mila protested, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, refusing to let go.
Nathan couldn’t push her away, and neither did he dare to use force. He worried that he might hurt her.
Nathan’s throat tightened as he peered down at Mila. His voice became husky and soft as he pleaded, “Chubs, please, don’t be stubborn.”
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Mila’s heart fluttered with a twinge of unease as she nervously asked, “Nate, are you incapable?”
Nathan’s expression darkened, his brow furrowing. This question wounded a man’s pride, especially when it came from someone he deeply loved. He paused for a long moment, unsure of how to respond.
Mila was taken aback. “Seriously?”
Nathan felt a heaviness in his chest. He took a deep breath before replying firmly, “Don’t try to provoke me. It won’t work.”
Mila felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. At the same time, she was astonished at
how calm Nathan remained.
She couldn’t comprehend the reason behind Nathan’s refusal and grew frustrated. “Didn’t you say you liked me? You’ve had a crush on me since childhood. Were you lying all this time?”
Nathan released her, moving her hands away from him and stepping back, creating distance
between them.
His expression was grim as he spoke, “Yes, I care for you deeply. I love you. I want to be with you. But what about you? Do you like me? Do you want to be with me?”
Mila’s heart raced with nervous anticipation as she nodded, whispering, “Yes, I do.”
Nathan barely caught her response, his anger flaring instantly. He countered, “What kind of
like is it? Is it driven by physical desire or the affection for a neighborly brother?”
Confused, Mila asked, “Is there a difference?”
Nathan pressed further, “Would you stay for me? Stay in Norvania and be with me?”
Mila felt overwhelmed and conflicted. Not again, she thought. She was already searching for a solution. Yet, this path would be too harsh for Nathan.
If successful, she would return to Norvania with their child. If it failed, she and the child would remain in Sunterland, while Nathan would endure the agony of separation alone in
Norvania,
Mila’s touch was gentle as she clasped Nathan’s arm, her gaze meeting his handsome
features. Her voice carried a soft, soothing tone. “Nate, I too wish to stay in Norvania, but I cannot decide for myself. I must return.”
“No need to say more,” Nathan said as he shrugged off her hand. He turned away with a sense of loss and headed toward the study.
Mila hurried after him, her hands outstretched to halt him. She tried hard to suppress her inner turmoil.
With a tinge of grievance, she pleaded, “Nate, this is my only wish right now. Can’t you grant it for me?”
Nathan sighed bitterly and avoided her imploring gaze. He couldn’t bear to witness her in this state of pleading affection.
Her boot
eyes.
ached, and anger flared with his indifference and rejection. Tears pooled in her
“I don’t even care about my innocence, and I’m a woman. I’m willing to be with you, yet you still reject me. Do you even like me? What is it that troubles you?”
Nathan fell silent for a few seconds before coldly instructing, “Go back. Now.”
“I won’t!” Mila protested.
Unable to bear it any longer, Nathan grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, towering over her.
His eyes reddened. Nathan’s voice strained with anguish as if each word caused him immense pain. “Chubs, how long will you continue to torment me?”
Mila was stunned, tears shimmering in her
eyes.
Nathan’s tone turned to fury. “Do you think the pain you’ve caused me by leaving isn’t enough? Now you want to leave me with more bittersweet memories, giving me another reason to suffer sleepless nights for the rest of my life?”
Mila shook her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt as though her heart was being torn apart. The thought of him suffering so deeply made her pain unbearable.
Observing her silent tears, Nathan’s heart shattered. His eyes were bloodshot, his words laden with despair.
“I want to marry you more than any other man in this world. I long to be with you, to share my bed with you, to watch every sunrise and sunset by your side.”
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“What about you?” Nathan asked.
“My kindness toward you once brought me ten years of lovesickness. Do you think I’m more resilient now that I should enjoy a taste of sweetness only to endure a lifetime of agony?”
Hearing his words, Mila lowered her head slowly. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back her tears.
She wished she could erase her memories, to return to being just Suzanne, the woman whose heart and gaze belonged solely to Nathan, the woman who only dreamed of being his
wife.
She longed for a simpler life, free from the burdens of duty, where her heart could be fille with pure love, and to live a simple life with Nathan. But the reality was harsh. Nathan had his responsibilities, and she had hers.
With tears tracing her cheeks, Mila silently brushed past Nathan and left Sudvilla.
In less than half a minute, Nathan grew anxious. He rushed outside, his steps purposeful. He glimpsed Mila walking along the avenue in the front yard. Catching up to her swiftly, he reached out and grasped her hand.
Under the night sky, bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, Mila wiped away her tears and looked up at Nathan.
His breath was slightly uneven, and his expression was tense. However, with a softened tone, he said, “It’s late, and it will be dangerous for you to go home alone. Let me take you
back.”
Mila nodded silently in agreement.
“Wait for me here,” Nathan instructed before heading toward the garage.
Moments later, he returned, driving his car. Mila climbed into the car, and the car pulled out of Sudvilla.
In the vibrant cityscape, lights danced, and vehicles streamed by while neon signs illuminated the roads. Inside the car, darkness enveloped them, broken only by the fleeting shadows cast by passing streetlights.
Silence hung heavy between them, and the tension was palpable.
Lost in her thoughts, Mila stole glances at the passing scenery outside. Nathan slowed the car, allowing other vehicles to pass by.
As they neared Hoffis Manor, Mila finally broke the silence. “Nate, if I never return, would you marry another woman and have kids?”
Nathan paused for a moment before replying, “I never thought of it.”
Undeterred, Mila pressed on, “Then think of it now.”
Nathan’s response was laden with reluctance as he responded, “Yes.”
For Mila, his answer was both expected and yet surprising. If she couldn’t return to Norvania, she resolved never to wed. Instead, she would devote herself entirely to science, immersing in the pursuit of research.
His answer resonated within Mila’s heart, taking root like a painful thorn. She wondered if Nathan would truly move on if she couldn’t return.
Despite his secret affection for Chubs over a decade, Nathan succumbed to familial pressure and wedded Suzanne, even though his heart didn’t belong to her. Though by a twist of fate, Suzanne turned out to be Chubs, ultimately, he would still marry another.
The car came to a stop outside Hoffis Manor. Mila unbuckled her seatbelt and uttered, “Safe drive.” With that, she walked away without looking back.
Nathan turned off the engine and leaned back in his seat, watching Mila’s retreating figure with a desolate expression in his eyes.
“Go, pursue your dreams. I won’t hinder your path. I was wounded twice by your abandonment. I cannot love again, let alone think of another marriage.
“Chubs, don’t worry about me. Your happiness is all that matters.”
Night fell, and the black car remained outside Hoffis Manor, casting a desolate presence in the wee hours.
The following noon, Mila, having struggled with insomnia the previous night, lay lethargically in bed. She was too weary to eat or drink, engrossed in a chemistry book.
Unaware of Mila’s return due to her early bedtime, Phoebe, having recovered from her illness, accompanied Simon on a hike.
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Mila appeared despondent, resembling a broken spirit. With all her loved ones kidnapped, she felt utterly helpless, unable to devise a plan for their rescue. Even reaching out to
authorities seemed futile.
Calls from the research institute urged her to return promptly. However, Mila was no longer the driven workaholic of the past. Of late, she was weighed down by numerous concerns. Unable to shake off her worries, Mila found herself unable to concentrate.
Just then, the phone interrupted her thoughts. Mila set aside her book, reaching for the phone by her bedside. It was Sienna calling. “Hey, Sienna, what’s going on?” she answered.
“Chubs, I heard your friend has been discharged from the hospital. When are we going abroad?” Sienna asked.
Mila felt a pang of regret. “Sienna, we’ll have to wait a bit longer. I have some matters to attend to.”
“Is it about your grandparents? They still haven’t been found?” Sienna inquired.
Mila’s mood darkened. “They’ve been hidden away by Oliver. It’s not going to be easy to track them down.”
“This arrogant Daniel is finally willing to cooperate with treatment. I hope we can go abroad soon and find the best doctor for him. Once his eyes and legs are healed, I won’t have to deal with his grumpy face every day. Earning this money isn’t easy!” Sienna remarked.
Mila chuckled softly. “Sienna, is Daniel there with you? Or are you saying this on purpose for
him to hear?”
Sienna laughed in response. “Sharp, as always.”
“You and Daniel can go ahead without me,” Mila suggested.
“We won’t understand the language, and without any contacts, it will be challenging. I can’t just take a disabled person to Sunterland for medical treatment without support,” Sienna explained.
“You’re right,” Mila responded, feeling resigned.
At that moment, Daniel’s voice faintly chimed in.
“Who said I don’t speak the language of Sunterland?” Daniel’s voice came through.
Sienna was surprised. “You do?”
Daniel calmly confirmed. “Yes.”
Sienna chuckled. “I had no idea. I thought you only knew how to scowl, throw tantrums, break things, and tell me to scram.”
“Keep quiet if you have nothing good to say,” Daniel retorted.
“No, I can’t stay silent,” Sienna teased.
“You shrew.‘
“Hpmh! You’re hopeless,” Sienna countered.
“Say that again, and you’ll see what happens,” Daniel challenged.
“Hopeless,” Sienna repeated.
“Come here, I’ll make you regret it. I’ll even take your last name if I can’t shut you up today, “Daniel said.
“Daniel Morrison,” Sienna taunted.
Daniel’s voice trailed off into silence.
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Sienna’s urgent tone broke through the air. “Chubs, I can’t talk now. Daniel’s on my again. But don’t worry, he’s practically blind and useless. He hardly ever manages to catch
me
“Phew, that was too close. I’ll hang up now,” Sienna concluded before ending the call.
Mila was left utterly perplexed.
Thanks to Sienna’s unorthodox caregiving, Daniel seemed to be gaining more vigor. Perhaps he was desperate to shake off Sienna, which drove him to seek medical treatment and work toward regaining his health. It was a revelation that brought Mila a sense of joy she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Setting aside her phone, Mila rallied her spirits, rising from her seat to freshen up and change.
Her return last night didn’t signify an abandonment of her plans.
An hour later, Mila found herself back at Sudvilla.
The midday sun was scorching, causing Mila’s hair to feel hot to the touch. She hesitated at
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the entrance for a brief moment before greeting the security guards and stepping inside.
Squinting against the sun, Mila walked the path in the front yard.
Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the house.
Mila paused, taken aback.
Fenna walked out from inside, and upon seeing Mila, she too seemed momentarily surprised before plastering on a smile and approaching her. “Ms. Hoffis, what a coincidence. Are you here to see Nate?”
Mila nodded. “Yes.”
Fenna continued, “Nate told me last night that you two broke up again. Is that true?”
Mila felt Fenna’s words were overly deliberate. In the past, hearing about her late–night talks with Nathan would have stirred feelings of discomfort, but not anymore.
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