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Chapter 461
Phoebe was curious about what had happened between Mila and Nathan, but she held back from asking. After all, relationships were private matters, and outsiders couldn't contribute much.
Mila and Phoebe checked into a hotel together.
In the following days, Mila remained occupied with managing Loretta's affairs.
Since Loretta preferred a modest funeral and to have all her family members present, Mila chose not to hold an elaborate ceremony. Instead, she found a serene cemetery and laid Loretta's remaining ashes to rest there.
Mila disconnected from the outside world, avoiding news updates and corporate matters. Each day, she secluded herself in the hotel, working through her grief.
Simultaneously, she began studying the map of Norvania, hoping to uncover clues about where Oliver might have hidden her family.
In the evening, Phoebe returned to their room with food she had picked up from the hotel lobby.
Concerned, she urged, "Mila, please have something to eat. You've barely eaten in the past few days, and you're losing weight."
“I'm not hungry,” Mila replied, sitting by the coffee table, deeply engrossed in studying the map.
She meticulously analyzed each region, trying to pinpoint Oliver's potential hideout.
Phoebe set the food in front of Mila, insisting, "You really need to eat something, Mila."
Raising her eyes, Mila nervously glanced at Phoebe and asked in a serious tone, "Phoebe, did you plant any listening devices at Hoffis Manor?"
Phoebe admitted with a sigh. "Yes, I did, but they've all been removed and destroyed."
Mila's fists tightened in anger as she processed the revelation.
It was clear from Oliver's proficient counter-surveillance measures that he was a high-level criminal.
"Have you arranged constant surveillance on Avery?"
Phoebe chuckled in response, "Mila, Mr. Morrison's team and mine are already discreetly tracking Avery. We have her closely monitored. The moment she crosses paths with Oliver, we'll apprehend her."
Mila set aside the map, stood up, and took Phoebe's hand, guiding her to sit down on the couch.
With a grave expression, Mila confided, "Phoebe, I need your assistance with something.”
Phoebe's tone softened. "Mila, you know I'm here for you. You don't need to ask; just let me know what you need."
Mila looked earnestly into Phoebe's eyes and spoke softly, "Phoebe, I want to return to Sunterland alone. Can you stay in Norvania and continue helping me search for my family?"
Shaking her head resolutely, Phoebe stated, "I can't do that. My priority is ensuring your safety, and I need to stay by your side.”
Mila firmly held Phoebe's hand, her eyes pleading. "Phoebe, I'm begging you. You're the only one who can help me find my family now." "But Mr. Morrison has been tirelessly searching as well."
"Phoebe, without your support, I won't have the courage to return to Sunterland.”
As Phoebe met Mila's sorrowful gaze, she couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for her.
In the end, Phoebe couldn't resist Mila's plea, and she agreed to stay and continue aiding her in the search for her family.
As for Mila, her final decision was to depart Norvania with Simon. Before leaving, she requested an extra half-month’s stay, knowing her ovulation period would fall within that time frame.
She was determined to make one final effort.
Mila’s motivations seemed to have changed. Her choice to return to Sunterland wasn't solely driven by a desire to contribute to scientific research anymore.
Instead, it was also fueled by her deep affection for Nathan, her quest to find her lost family, the desire to confront her adversaries, and the inheritance from Zach.
Despite any challenges in her path, Mila was determined to reclaim her rightful place, reunite with her family, and ensure justice for Loretta.
It was half a month later when Mila arrived at Imperial Heights, precisely opposite Sudvilla, before the Hudson Manor.
There, she sought out Nathan's close friend, Cameron.
Cameron was caught off guard by Mila's unexpected appearance, taking a moment to process the situation.
Mila's expression was solemn, with a hint of sorrow in her eyes.
She no longer carried the same innocence and exuberance as before; instead, a newfound maturity emerged from the scars of her past. Upon spotting him, Mila got straight to the point. “Cameron, could you lend me a hand?"
Cameron stood there, stunned.
After a pause, he asked, "What exactly do you need my help with?" Mila's tone was genuine, devoid of any timidity as she openly expressed, “I want Nathan.”
Cameron was caught off guard.
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The night was serene, with Hudson Manor illuminated brightly.
Fenna returned home very late, finding Cameron sprawled on the sofa, his face flushed and smelling strongly of alcohol.
Fenna frowned disapprovingly. "Why are you drinking so heavily at this hour?"
Cameron offered a faint smile, replying, “I had no choice. I needed to get Nate intoxicated."
Taking a seat beside him, Fenna asked, "Why did you want Nate to get drunk?"
Cameron looked up, a mischievous smirk on his face. With a touch of excitement, he revealed, "Today, Wanda came to see me. She told me she wants Nathan..."
Upon hearing this, Fenna's complexion turned pale, and her hands clenched into fists.
Cameron chuckled, continuing, "I thought she was going to propose to Nate. I never expected that even after being married for over six months, they had yet to consummate their marriage. It surprised me so much that—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Fenna stood up abruptly, hurrying to leave.
Cameron quickly caught up and grasped her arm. "Where are you going?"
“I'm going to protect Nate," Fenna exclaimed with anger.
Regaining some sobriety, Cameron countered, "Protect him from what? They love each other; it's none of your business!"
Fenna's eyes blazed with fury, her teeth clenched. "Love? Who said anything about love? Wanda plans to return to Sunterland anyway; she won't stay with Nate.
"He loves the person she used to be, not this selfish woman now!" Cameron retorted, "You're talking nonsense. Nate's feelings are not your concern. Don't be so stubborn.”
Visibly frustrated, Fenna stamped her foot. "Their relationship ended some time ago! Nate has moved on and hasn't been in contact with her for over two weeks. Why are you assisting that bitch in hurting Nate?" Cameron's complexion paled, and he asked suspiciously, "How do you know they haven't been in touch for two weeks? Did you bribe someone close to Nate?"
Fenna shrugged off Cameron's hand and exclaimed, “Let go of me! I need to go help Nate!"
“It's too late. Wanda has been with him for half a day now," Cameron replied.
Tears welled up in Fenna's eyes, her face contorting with anger as she cried, "Cam, are you insane? Why are you assisting her instead of your own sister?
“You know how I feel about Nate, you know I've loved him for years. If you'd just give me a little support, I wouldn't be in so much pain!"
"Pull yourself together! Love is between two people. Can others really influence it?" Cameron snapped back. "If Nate doesn't have feelings for Wanda, even if he's drunk or drugged, he wouldn't do anything with her."
Furious, Fenna sank to the ground, disregarding her appearance as she hugged her knees and cried uncontrollably.
Cameron knelt down, gently stroking her back as he softly consoled her, "Fenna, Nate doesn't have feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend because he's close to me.
“If you weren't my sister, you wouldn't even be his friend. Let's try to be more rational, okay? Some things just can't be forced.”
Fenna sprung to her feet, her eyes filled with fury as she glared at Cameron, her jaw tightly clenched in resentment. "I will never give up," she declared, each word laced with determination.
"Wanda will leave soon, and she has no future with Nate. Besides, I've already applied to transfer to another position.”
Cameron was stunned. "Fenna, what are you trying to do?"
Brushing away her tears, Fenna's expression hardened, her voice firm as she uttered, "I want to transfer to the military to be close to Nate.
“If I'm with him every day, showing him my care and dedication, I believe I'll eventually win his heart!"
Cameron's face twisted with disbelief and anger. "Are you serious?" he exclaimed.
Fenna shot him a defiant look and said nothing more, turning on her heel and marching upstairs.
Cameron was left fuming with frustration, his hands on his hips as he paced around the living room.
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It was 2:00 am, and a light glowed from a room on the second floor of Sudvilla.
Mila sat on the edge of the bed, silently observing Nathan, who was intoxicated.
Despite the flush of alcohol, his striking features remained sharp and defined, with deep, captivating eyes and a ruggedly handsome appearance.
Knowing she would be leaving the next day, Mila had resorted to desperate measures, pleading with Cameron to get Nathan drunk.
As Mila contemplated her impending departure, a troubling thought gnawed at her: the uncertainty of her safe return.
Alongside this unease, the possibility of her and Nathan drifting apart loomed, eventually becoming strangers to each other.
A wave of sadness washed over her, tears silently tracing down her cheeks.
Reaching out, Mila gently caressed Nathan's cheek.
She had been sitting on the edge of the bed for three hours now.
As she looked upon his handsome features, it felt as though she could never grow weary of the sight.
Despite having reached this point, she found herself hesitating.
What if she truly became pregnant with Nathan's child and couldn't return?
Would Nathan hate her forever?
Wiping her tears, Mila leaned close to Nate's ear, whispering, "Nate, can you wake up?"
Feeling a tickle in his ear, Nathan stirred slightly.
Sensing a slight response from him, Mila gently pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes as she deepened the kiss.
Nathan slowly opened his slightly reddened eyes, blinking hazily as he looked at Mila's blurred face.
Instinctively, he pulled her closer, returning the kiss.
Mila then straddled his body, pressing herself against his chest as they embraced passionately, lost in their kisses.
Still somewhat intoxicated, Nathan felt as though he was dreaming, enveloped in a passionate embrace with the woman he loved. However, the sensations coursing through his body felt undeniably real. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin against his.
Immediately, he realized he wasn't dreaming.
With a swift motion, he flipped over, pinning Mila beneath him, his hands braced against the bed as he gazed down at her.
Despite his hazy consciousness, he managed to maintain control over his actions, asking softly, "How did you end up here?"
Milas heart sank upon hearing his composed words.
It seemed that her attempt had failed once more.
Her voice trembled with emotion as she asked, "Nate, I'm leaving tomorrow. Is there really no future for us?"
Nathan's lips twisted into a bitter smile, a tinge of redness appearing in his eyes.
His voice dripped with disdain as he replied, "Chubs, don't you find this all a bit ridiculous? Trying to seduce a man you don't love, over and over again, and then talking about a future together? The future you're chasing has nothing to do with love, does it?"
As Nathan became more conscious, Mila grew increasingly distressed. With tears in her eyes, she asked, "Don't you love me anymore?" Nathan's voice turned cold with anger. “I'm not a lapdog. I want mutual love, not to give endlessly while you have feelings for someone else." Mila’s heart twisted in pain, choking back tears as she whispered, "But Nate, I love you, I really do."
Nathan's heart skipped a beat, a brief tension seizing his body.
"Have you no shame, stooping so low as to trap me with a child? Do you honestly believe your deceitful words would sway me?" he asked, his voice tinged with sorrow.
Mila exclaimed in frustration, "What must I do for you to trust me, then?"
"Stay in Norvania with me. Marry me, build a life with me, have children with me. Promise never to betray me, never to leave me. Can you do that?"
Mila hesitated to reply, realizing she couldn't make such a commitment, especially with her imminent return to Sunterland the next day.
Seeing her uncertainty, Nathan felt a sense of despair wash over him. He moved away from Mila, seeking solace at the foot of the bed. With one hand pressed against his temple, he closed his eyes, tears trickling down his cheeks.
At that moment, Mila found herself engulfed by her own anguish, on the brink of losing her mind.
Despite her attempts to seduce him, Nathan always resisted.
Was it his strong will or his lack of attraction toward her that kept them apart?
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Were Nathan's desires solely dictated by logic?
Considering that sex was a primal instinct; if every encounter was solely guided by rationality, perhaps it lacked the essence of love. Mila slowly got up, wiping her tears away. She resolved to make one final attempt. If unsuccessful, she would completely let go of Nathan, peacefully return to Sunterland, and continue her scientific research. She would entrust her family's safety to the governments of Norvania and Sunterland.
As for herself, she had no intention of ever returning.
Mila untied her ponytail, letting her silky, long hair fall over her shoulders.
Bowing her head, she began to unbutton her clothing. She removed each garment from her body, one by one.
Mila felt her entire body flush with embarrassment, her heart racing and her breath growing unsteady.
She couldn't shake the memory of Nathan's words: "I have no feelings for you. Even if you were to dance naked before me, I wouldn't spare you a second glance, let alone touch you."
Therefore, if Nathan chose not to touch her now, it would only confirm his indifference toward her.
Mila's hand moved slowly, reaching out to touch Nathan's face. Suddenly, Nathan seized her wrist, his bloodshot eyes opening.
In that instant, he felt a jolt, his body stiffening as he gazed upon her flawless body.
Despite his outward composure, a storm of desire raged within him. As Nathan regained his senses, he was at a loss, hastily grabbing a blanket to cover her body.
His voice trembled as he spoke, "Chubs, do you have any sense of decency left?"
“Not really," Mila responded, her cheeks turning red. Summoning her courage, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. This time, Nathan offered no resistance; his body was no longer under his control.
He allowed her to kiss him without restraint.
Mila pushed him down, and he complied, falling backward.
Nathan's kisses became hotter and more intense.
Taking Nathan's hand, Mila slowly guided it up her body.
In an instant, his desire ignited, drowning out all rational thought. Nathan's passion surged, urgent and untamed, as he flipped her over and pressed her beneath him.
He kissed her passionately on the lips, then proceeded to explore her face and neck, and gradually moved downward, venturing further... He shed all his clothes, releasing years of pent-up desire.
With bitterness simmering in his heart, Nathan found himself entangled in an emotional tempest with her.
He resented her deeply for enticing him completely, only to effortlessly walk away afterward.
Consequently, he felt no shred of pity or mercy toward her.
Despite Mila being the one who initiated everything, she found herself in tears and pleading for it to cease in the end.
However, Nathan found himself unable to control his actions any longer.
The night stretched on endlessly.
For Mila, going through such experiences for the first time was undoubtedly agonizing.
It felt like an unending ordeal, repeating multiple times throughout the night.
There was only pain, with no pleasure to be found.
Nathan didn't drift off to sleep until dawn broke.
When he finally awoke, it was already noon.
It felt as though he had just emerged from a vivid dream.
A realistic, prolonged spring dream—a beautiful memory he knew would stay with him forever.
However, as he opened his eyes to face reality, it struck him like a devastating blow to his heart, leaving him in unbearable agony.
Lying on the empty bed, Nathan slowly turned his head to gaze at the pillow beside him.
His hand slipped out from under the blanket, reaching for the spot where Mila had been lying, but found it cold and devoid of her warmth. She had disappeared.
Just as it had been ten years ago, they were now separated by two countries, lacking any means of communication, destined to never meet again.
His heart felt as though it were being stabbed by thousands of needles, the pain so intense that it made breathing a challenge.
Despite the agony, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a bitter smile. In the next instant, he withdrew his hand and shut his eyes.
Tears slowly trickled down from the corners of his eyes.
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In Sunterland, Mila's secret return sparked considerable excitement among the nation's leaders, who personally greeted her.
However, the jubilation was short-lived as Mila promptly submitted her resignation letter.
Despite her continual efforts to quit, her requests were consistently turned down.
Several counselors were dispatched to engage with Mila, providing guidance and trying to convince her to stay.
With Phoebe's absence, the research institute arranged for a new assistant to manage Mila's daily affairs.
Mila remained occupied with her work during the days but dedicated additional time to preparing for her departure.
She meticulously compiled all her research on hydronium into comprehensive data reports to be handed over to the government.
A month elapsed.
At 7:00 am, Mila awoke feeling uneasy, rushing to the bathroom with the urge to vomit.
Her stomach churned violently, yet she struggled to expel anything, experiencing dry heaves instead.
After a spell of vomiting, Mila rinsed her mouth and hastened back to her room, unlocking the safe.
Aside from important documents, the safe contained over a dozen early pregnancy test kits. Among them, a few had already been used.
Each day, she held onto the hope of a positive result, but her previous tests had repeatedly disappointed her, trapping her in a relentless cycle of letdowns.
As a result, her emotions were continually entwined with anxiety.
This time, with a trembling heart, she entered the bathroom.
Standing before the sink, Mila scrutinized the pregnancy test strip in her hand, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.
The strip underwent a gradual transformation, transitioning from a single clear red line to the emergence of a second line.
As both lines materialized simultaneously, Mila couldn't contain her excitement. She instinctively covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. Her heart raced, and her hands shook uncontrollably.
Her immediate thought was of Nathan.
She longed to return to Norvania, to deliver the news to him face-to- face: "Nathan, I'm pregnant! I want to marry you."
Exiting the bathroom, Mila reached for the landline phone in the room but hesitated abruptly.
In an instant, she remembered that the phones in the research institute were monitored for security purposes.
Thus, she hesitated to make the call.
Mila slowly lowered the phone, only to feel her stomach churn once more. Hastily, she made her way to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth.
"Urgh..." Echoes of retching filled the room incessantly.
This time, Mila expelled acidic fluid, and with each heave, even bile began to rise.
She steadied her weakened body as she continued to vomit. After rinsing her mouth, she tenderly caressed her abdomen, whispering, "Stay strong, little one. Your parents’ happiness relies on you."
Having previously rejected Mila's resignation requests five times, the director of the research institute, Davis Bowen, was surprised to receive her sixth resignation report.
He promptly made his way to Mila's laboratory.
Mila was engrossed in typing data on her computer when she spotted Davis approaching. Politely, she stood up from her seat and greeted him, “Hello, Mr. Bowen."
Trembling slightly, Davis held the report in his hands and nervously asked, "Mila, it seems from your resignation report that you've mentioned being pregnant.”
Mila gestured for Davis to take a seat on a nearby chair and poured him a cup of tea.
Furrowing his brow, Davis raised his hand to decline her offer, saying, "Don't worry about me. Let's just sit down and talk. Is it true that the father of your child is the Defense General of Norvania?"
Sitting across from Davis, Mila calmly explained, "Mr. Bowen, as I stated in my previous report, I married the Norvanian general following my memory loss in Norvania."
Davis' expression morphed into one of concern. "But you weren't pregnant at that time, were you?"
"Yes, that's correct. I wasn't pregnant at that time. However, after my memory returned, I struggled to break away from him emotionally. Our connection remained strong, and before I realized it, I found myself pregnant.”
Davis sighed heavily, looking somewhat helpless.
After a prolonged silence, he gently declined her once more, saying, "Mila, as a scientist, you're a cornerstone of our nation, with unparalleled talents and extraordinary capabilities.
“Your contributions to the field of chemistry have been profound, and our country deeply appreciates your unwavering dedication and brilliance.
"And rest assured, your child will receive full support from the government, with access to the best living environment, top-tier education, and—"
Just then, Mila interjected, “I want to provide my child with a complete family, to ensure they grow up healthily with both parents.”
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Davis felt a headache coming on, his brows knitted together as he took a sip of tea from the coffee table.
Mila stated firmly, "Mr. Bowen, if my departure would impede our country’s technological progress and lead to irreversible harm, then I would stay.
“I've decided to dedicate all the data from my years of hydronium research to our country. This will enable other scientists to build upon my earlier work and make significant advancements.”
However, Davis continued to urge her, saying, "Mila, think about the numerous female scientists throughout history who have made significant sacrifices for their research. Their enduring legacy is priceless and has left a permanent mark on our world.
"Take Josephine Anderson, for instance, who discovered the new elements polonium and radium, dedicating her life to the study of radioactive substances.
“Then there's Riley Fordham, who discovered artemisinin and was awarded the Nobel Prize. Not to mention—"
However, Mila swiftly interjected, affirming, "Mr. Bowen, I am well aware of these examples. Regardless, I will not cease my scientific pursuits. My passion lies not in pursuing fame, but in advancing humanity. "Despite being the granddaughter of the wealthiest man in Norvania, I have never contemplated returning to inherit my family fortune. "Wealth, to me, is merely an external possession, and honor is no different. What I desire is the simple joy of achievement and happiness in life."
Davis spoke up, "Are you willing to give up all the honor you currently have?"
Mila replied with conviction, “I choose my child over any honor."
As a father himself, Davis could relate to Mila's decision.
“I will convey your situation and sentiments to the higher authorities," Davis stated, somewhat resigned.
Mila nodded enthusiastically and shook Davis' hand. “Thank you, Mr. Bowen."
Davis cautioned, "Don't get overly excited just yet. The road ahead won't be easy."
Mila replied, "I understand, but I won't give up.”
After spring passed, autumn soon followed.
Mila endured a challenging early pregnancy, experiencing various uncomfortable symptoms.
Despite vomiting until her stomach bled, she never considered giving up. She persisted in recording the final data every day.
She waited for three months for the Sunterland government's approval. In the end, touched by compassion, the officials couldn't bear the idea of Mila's child growing up without a father, so they made an exception and approved her resignation.
It took her an additional two months to hand over all the research data. During the final days, she continued to sign various national patent confidentiality agreements and completed the procedures for changing her nationality.
Five months had gone by.
Winter had descended upon Norvania, decorating the sky with drifting snowflakes and stirring up a sharp, chilly wind.
The snowy landscape appeared incredibly romantic and pristine. Stepping out of the airport, Mila wheeled her suitcase onto the Norvanian soil, her gaze sweeping over the scenery.
At that moment, a sense of homecoming washed over her, her heart swelling with excitement.
"Mila!" A wave of excited cheers erupted.
Mila turned around and saw Phoebe approaching.
She was bundled up in a fluffy white coat, a cotton hat, and gloves, appearing quite bulky, almost resembling a small ball rolling toward her, ready to pounce.
Reacting swiftly, Mila extended her hands in front of her, blocking Phoebe from jumping into her arms.
Phoebe stopped in her tracks, looking at Mila's outstretched hands. "What's wrong, Mila? Aren't you happy to see me?"
Mila smiled. "Of course, I am! How have you been these past few months?"
Phoebe's eyes brimmed with tears of joy. “I've been doing well, but I've really missed you! When I heard yesterday that you were coming back to Norvania, I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. I came to the airport early this morning to wait for you."
Mila smiled warmly. “I can tell. You seem both excited and exhausted now."
Phoebe quickly scanned Mila's appearance. Mila had her long hair tied up and was dressed in a thick beige overcoat, which was simple yet elegant, though slightly bulky.
"Mila, it seems like you've gained a little weight,” Phoebe observed. With a playful smile, Mila replied, “Where do you think I've gained weight?"
Phoebe took another look but couldn't quite pinpoint any specific area. “It's not very noticeable. It might just be because of the winter clothing. However, you look much healthier and more beautiful now."
Mila chuckled in response, "Your compliments keep getting sweeter."
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In reality, Mila's pregnancy was already over five months, yet due to her advanced age, her belly didn't protrude noticeably.
During the early stages of her pregnancy, Mila battled severe morning sickness, which greatly affected her nutrient intake and left her feeling weak.
Phoebe took hold of Mila's luggage and linked her arm with Milas, stepping out of the airport with a spring in her step.
Once outside, Phoebe lifted the luggage and stowed it in the car.
As Mila tilted her head, her gaze fixed on the northern skyline, where snowflakes drifted down gently. A sudden wave of longing washed over her, reminding her of how much she missed Loretta.
After finishing loading the luggage, Phoebe walked over to Mila and said, "Let's hop into the car, Mila."
Snapping out of her reverie, Mila finally climbed into the car.
Phoebe started the engine and pulled away. "Mila, I've rented a small house in the suburbs. It's quiet, peaceful, and has a great environment.”
Mila's mood shifted, and she spoke softly, "Phoebe, I want to go see Grandma."
"Sure," Phoebe responded, adjusting her course at the next intersection.
Mila bowed her head, her hand gently resting on her belly as she thought to herself, "Sweetie, Mommy is taking you to visit your great- grandmother.”
"By the way, Phoebe, how's Nate doing?" Mila asked, her emotions stirring as Nathan's name came up.
Phoebe's expression darkened, and she responded coldly, “Cole informed me that since you left, Nate went to the frontiers and hasn't returned.”
“It's been almost six months. Hasn't he come back to visit his family?" Phoebe replied nonchalantly, “Cole mentioned that even before Nate married you, he hardly ever returned to Phoenicia."
Upon hearing Phoebe's words, Mila's heart glowed with a sweet warmth. It seemed that Nathan's frequent trips to Phoenicia after their marriage were because of her.
Mila smiled and said, “You and Cole seem to be quite close.”
Phoebe blushed, her smile shy as she confessed, "We're just really good friends.”
Mila playfully teased, "Can you help me ask your “good friend" if Nathan is doing alright?"
Phoebe's expression soured at the mention of Nathan. "Mila, I think all men are the same. Giving up your career for a man isn't worth it."
“I didn't give up my career for anyone. I chose to return to my homeland and contribute to its scientific research,” Mila clarified earnestly, her gaze on Phoebe tinged with suspicion.
“It seems like you have quite strong opinions about Nathan, don't you?" Phoebe hesitated, uncertain whether to speak further.
Noticing Phoebe's unusual reaction, Mila couldn't shake off a creeping sense of fear. Anxiously, she asked, "Did he... get married?"
Keeping her focus on the road, Phoebe quickly replied, “It hasn't reached that point yet, but he's with Fenna now."
Phoebe's words hit Mila like a bolt from the blue, leaving her shattered and overwhelmed by a sudden wave of pain.
Despite her efforts to appear composed, Mila's faint smile couldn't hide the tremor in her voice. “Are you sure about Nathan... He and Fenna are just good friends."
Phoebe scoffed disdainfully, “Is there even such a thing as genuine friendship between men and women these days?"
Mila couldn't help but agree with Phoebe's sentiment, feeling a slight pang in her heart.
She rolled down the car window, allowing the cold air to rush in. "Phoebe, I'm feeling a bit stuffy. Would you mind if I open the window for some fresh air?"
Sensing Mila's melancholy, Phoebe rushed to reassure her, "Mila, please don't be upset.”
With a bitter smile, Mila concealed her inner turmoil. Despite the pain gripping her heart and making it hard to breathe, she kept a composed demeanor.
“I'm not upset; considering we're neither married nor in a romantic relationship, Nathan has every right to choose someone who is more compatible with him."
Phoebe continued, "According to Cole, Fenna left her job at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and willingly accepted a demotion.
"She transitioned to the military to work as Nathan's assistant, essentially stepping into Lucas’ former position.
"After spending so much time together, it's only natural that they might develop feelings for each other.
"Not to mention, there's a lot of buzz among the people at the military base. Many speculate that Fenna will become the future general's wife. "According to Cole's remarks, it's clear that he also sees Fenna as a great fit for Nathan.
"He commended her gentle nature, virtuous character, confidence, competence at work, and various other qualities. It's apparent that he holds her in high regard.
"Nathan also—"
Mila couldn't bear to hear more. She quickly interjected, "Phoebe, please, let's not discuss him anymore, okay?"
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Phoebe immediately fell silent. She peeped at Mila, and said, "Mila, are you really okay?"
Mila wore a faint smile. She replied, "What troubles could I have?" Despite the heartbreak of witnessing her grandmother's tragic death, she managed to overcome it.
Her return to Norvania wasn't solely for Nathan. Nathan was just one of the reasons for her to return.
She had a family to find, and her grandmother's vendetta to carry out. She needed to fight for Hoffis' property and start a career in Norvania's research field.
But her priority was protecting her unborn child and ensuring the child's safe birth.
Every single thing here was more important than love.
Together with Phoebe, Mila made her way to the graveyard.
Mila gently touched her belly while standing in front of her grandmother's grave.
She murmured softly with tears in her eyes, "Grandma, I'm back. I won't leave Norvania again. I'll come to visit you whenever I'm free. "Grandma, I'm pregnant. The baby is healthy and is five months old.” Phoebe was dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed at Mila's belly. She was momentarily speechless as she was shocked and bewildered. Mila turned to glance at Phoebe. She couldn't help but be amused by her reaction. She said, "It's true. Do you want to touch it?"
Phoebe walked toward Mila and cautiously touched her belly. Though her belly looked small, it felt firm when touched, it was a surprising sensation.
Phoebe was astonished, so she asked, "Whose child is this?"
Mila fell silent. She didn't have the courage to reveal the father of her child.
In Miston, Phoenicia.
A helicopter bound for Miston landed at the private helipad of Imperial Heights.
Subsequently, Nathan emerged, dressed sharply in black military uniforms, with Cole and Fenna accompanying him.
The three of them came striding toward Imperial Heights.
Fenna asked curiously, "Why did Mr. President call you back so urgently? Are there any important things for you to handle?"
Nathan replied calmly, "I don't know."
Cole continued, "I've inquired about it. We are welcoming an exceptionally important dignitary.
"It necessitates adhering to the highest protocol of hospitality in Norvania, with the mandatory attendance of all key national officials.” Fenna asked, "Are leaders from other countries planning to visit as well?"
Cole replied, "It's a confidential delegation duty. Photography or recording on-site is strictly prohibited, so I guess it's a very important individual requiring confidentiality.”
Fenna previously worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She had limited exposure to domestic affairs, so she wasn't familiar with these protocols.
She asked curiously, "Have we hosted such events before?"
Cole replied, "Yes, we've hosted the Father of the Atomic Bomb." Fenna continued, "Oh, I see! Hosting such a prominent figure indeed requires proper protocol.”
In the grand and spacious lobby, there was the national flag and emblem, with old photographs of various national leaders hanging on the wall.
A dozen of Norvania's top leaders stood in the center of the lobby. Nathan stood at the edge of the crowd. He lowered his head to take out his phone. Due to the rushed arrival, he forgot to hand his phone over to Cole. He pressed the power button to turn it off.
At that moment, Donald's voice came, "Good afternoon, everyone! I am pleased to introduce to you a researcher our country has long awaited. "She has finally achieved success in her studies and returned to serve her homeland. She is none other than Mila, renowned worldwide for her research on hydronium..."
Nathan's heart clenched suddenly, and he was frozen in place.
He thought he had misheard. He clutched his already powered-off phone and looked up excitedly.
At that moment, everything seemed to fade into the background. Nathan couldn't hear anything. He could only see the woman who had haunted his dreams.
Mila wore a long black coat with grace and elegance. She was very gorgeous and stunning. Her sweet smile was as radiant as blooming flowers.
If longing had a sound, it would likely be deafening by now.
He could feel his veins protruding with how hard he gripped his phone. His heart raced intensely, making him forget how to regulate his breath. He dared not believe this was real. His gaze was intense as he looked at her, but Mila seemed indifferent as if she couldn't see him.
Chapter 469
Chapter 469
Donald led Mila around, introducing her to everyone one by one. Everyone present had heard of the researcher, Mila, but they didn't expect her to be the granddaughter of Norvania's richest man, looking so young and beautiful.
Mila politely shook hands and greeted each national leader.
When they approached Nathan, Donald's smile was particularly bright. His eyes twinkled as he teased, "I don't think I need to introduce her, you should be quite familiar.”
Mila didn't reach her hand to Nathan, and her gentle gaze was devoid of any affection toward him. She remained calm as she said, "Quite familiar. General Morrison, it's been a while."
Nathan's burning heart was completely extinguished the moment she called him "General Morrison”.
He composed himself and then slipped his phone into his pocket. He cleared his throat, and gently asked, "Weren't you leaving for good?" Mila replied casually, "My citizenship has been transferred back." Nathan looked Mila up and down. His gaze finally settled on her stomach.
It had been over five months since Mila left. If she were pregnant, she should have a protruding belly by now, right?
But there was no sign of a round belly. She was dressed elegantly, with refined makeup and high heels. She was even more beautiful and delicate than before.
Nathan asked curiously, "How did you come back?"
Mila smirked, “I betrayed Sunterland and fled back.”
Nathan's heart clenched and his gaze darkened instantly.
Before, no matter how much he pleaded, Mila refused to betray Sunterland.
It wasn't that she couldn't, it was just that his importance in Mila's heart wasn't enough to make her betray Sunterland.
Nathan continued to ask with a slightly heavy tone, "Why did you change your mind all of a sudden?"
Mila smiled gracefully and said, "General Morrison, it's not suitable to talk about these matters here."
Donald quickly interrupted, “Yes, you'll have plenty of time to talk. From now on, Mila will join the research team at the military base, and you will be in charge of arranging her work."
Mila smiled as she reached out her hand. She greeted him politely, "Please take care of me in the future, leader.”
Nathan's expression became gloomy as he looked at the woman in front of him. She smiled at him so politely, and called him "General Morrison" and “leader”, intending to keep their relationship completely clean and clear.
He suddenly felt like a fool.
The moment he saw her, he was inexplicably excited as he thought she would keep her promise. Was she going to marry him now that she had returned to Norvania?
The prettier a woman, the more she lied.
After a while, Nathan reached out his hand. He gently grasped her soft and fair hand.
Her hand was very cold. As he touched it, Nathan worried for her. He was afraid that she was cold with her scanty clothing.
Mila quickly withdrew her hand after two seconds of contact. She was no longer forcing a smile.
Nathan was slightly startled as his hand hung in place without moving. After a few seconds, he slowly clenched his fingers into a fist before releasing it.
Mila dared not to look at Nathan again. She was afraid that she couldn't keep up the pretense any longer, so she turned to talk to Donald.
The moment she touched Nathan's warm hand, she could feel her act crumbling.
She realized she wasn't as strong as she thought she was.
All the pretending not to care was simply because she cared too much. She didn't even dare to think that Nathan and Fenna were already together. Her heart ached at the thought of it.
She didn't blame Nathan. After all, no man would keep waiting for a woman who wouldn't commit to a relationship and give him a future.
Chapter 470
Chapter 470
Mila and Donald were chatting as they walked back.
Nathan quickly asked, "Chubs, when can you start working?"
Donald turned to look at Nathan, but Mila remained with her back to him.
After a pause, she said lightly, "Maybe in a few months."
Nathan said in a slightly hard tone, "That's too long. Tomorrow, get on the plane with me to return to the military base.”
Mila suddenly clenched her fists. She bit her lower lip stoically as her eyes welled up with tears.
She really wanted to rush up to him, disregarding everything, and tell him, "I'm pregnant. I need to take care of myself during pregnancy!
“I don't want to go to the border to give birth, and I also don't want to see you and Fenna be lovey- dovey toward each other especially when I'm pregnant!"
But now, Nathan was her superior, and she had to comply.
Moreover, she had hidden her pregnancy from everyone by wearing a winter coat.
She had no excuse to refuse. She simply replied, "Okay. I'll take the plane by myself tomorrow. No need to trouble General Morrison." Donald was baffled. Watching Mila's actions, he couldn't believe she turned her back on her superior to respond, and with such a cold attitude.
They hadn't seen each other for half a year. Now they were arguing as soon as they met?
Donald sighed and then continued with the reception.
Half an hour later, the reception ended.
The leaders chatted in groups as they walked out.
Outside the main hall, there were several rows of sofas where the special assistants and secretaries of the leaders were resting and waiting.
Fenna and Cole stood up. They saw everyone had left, but Nathan was nowhere to be seen.
Fenna was worried, so she peeked inside. She asked, "Why hasn't Nate come out yet?"
Cole replied, "Maybe Mr. President is talking to him."
Fenna stepped forward and said, "I'll go have a look."
Cole hurriedly followed, "Fenna, it's not appropriate!"
There were three doors in the reception hall.
When Fenna walked toward the second door, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming out of the third door.
She squinted and saw a woman whose back reminded her of Mila. She was lost in thought.
Nathan hurriedly walked out as he searched around.
Fenna grabbed his arm and asked, "Nate, what's going on?"
Nathan asked, "Have you seen..." His words trailed off as he didn't ask further.
Mila's identity was confidential. Only the high-ranking officials of Norvania knew about it and it couldn't be leaked.
Cole walked over. He asked while being respectful, "General Morrison, the plane is outside. Are we heading back to the military base?" Nathan was still searching for Mila. Just as he turned his head, he caught sight of Milas figure at the end of the corridor. But she disappeared around the corner the next moment.
Nathan quickly said, "I'm not going back today."
After that, he hastened his pace to follow her.
Fenna was puzzled. She chased after him and asked, "You have a meeting tonight, wasn't it already arranged? Why aren't you going back?"
Cole was confused, so he followed along.
As Nathan rushed out of the Imperial Heights, he saw Mila get into a car and then sped away.
His mind was unsettled as he heaved with his arms akimbo. He anxiously turned to Cole.
Fenna caught up. She was unhappy as she asked, "Nate, who are you looking for?"
Nathan reached out to Cole. He panted as he said, "Call Phoebe for me."
Cole was stunned. "Phoebe?" he asked.
Nathan was impatient. He said as his tone became heavier, "Yes, right now, immediately!"
Cole was shocked by Nathan's sudden anger and didn't dare to ask further. He dialed Phoebe's number and then handed the phone to Nathan.