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Chapter 521

After all, rising expectations often resulted in greater disappointment, ultimately leading to self-inflicted suffering.

Phoebe swiftly moved to Mila's side after completing the paperwork, clasping her hand tightly for reassurance. "Stay strong, Mila. You and the baby will make it through."

With urgency, the doctor called out, "Get her to the operating room quickly. We need to perform the surgery to deliver the baby..."

As the midwife began to move Mila's bed, another midwife exclaimed, "I can see the baby's head-it's coming out!"

The doctors and nurses surrounded Mila in the delivery room, their faces glowing with hope and anticipation. With words of encouragement, they guided Mila to push.

Phoebe remained by the edge of the delivery bed, her anguish evident as tears welled up in her eyes. "Mila, don't give up," she softly urged. "Both you and the baby will be fine. Hang in there..."

Mila bit her lower lip, fighting against the excruciating pain coursing through her body. Sweat glistened on her skin, her lips raw from the force of her bite.

With every ounce of strength, she gripped the bed's edge, her veins bulging with effort.

Despite the overwhelming pain, Mila persisted, determined to see it through. Then, in a sudden rush, the pain dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief.

The urgency in the doctor's voice escalated. "The baby's out! Quick, get ready to resuscitate..."

With tears in her eyes, Phoebe gently wiped the sweat from Mila's forehead, her voice trembling as she exclaimed, "Mila, the baby's arrived." Mila felt a numbness wash over her as she watched the doctor

cradle her newborn child.

The infant was fragile, covered in a sheen of sweat and blood, his tiny body tinged with purple. The doctor held him delicately by his feet, rhythmically patting his back.

Mila's heart ached with each passing moment, the pain intensifying with every beat. Yet, there was no sound of the baby's cries.

As Mila's consciousness began to fade, she strained to keep her gaze fixed on her baby that she carried for seven months. It felt as though her heart was being ground to pieces, the agony penetrating to her very core.

"Hurry, we must stem the bleeding," urged another frantic team of doctors. "Retrieve blood plasma from the blood bank at once..."

Mila struggled to keep her eyes open. She could barely make out the frantic voices of the medical staff and Phoebe's sobbing.

Yet, what she desperately yearned for was the sound of her baby's cry. In her heart, she pleaded for the newborn to wail soon... But silence persisted.

Gradually, Mila drifted into unconsciousness. In her dreams, she gazed upon her baby.

Resting on a fluffy cloud, he looked plump and fair, his eyes alive with happiness. A radiant smile adorned his cherubic face as he giggled at her.

His delightful laughter filled the air, a soothing melody to Mila's ears.

Mila drew near to her baby, tenderly holding him close in her embrace.

He nestled against her, his smile growing even more radiant and endearing.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Please forgive Mommy for not protecting you. From now on, I'll keep you safe from harm. Will you come home with Mommy? "You haven't had the chance to meet Daddy yet. Promise you'll return home with Mommy, alright?"

At another hospital, Nathan returned to the emergency room with the report in hand, delivering it to the attending doctor.

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After examining the reports closely, the doctor explained, "Her condition isn't too serious. Although her soft tissue contusions are mild and there's only a slight concussion, the fracture in her right foot requires immediate attention."

"You can take her to Orthopedic Outpatient Room 2. I'll inform the orthopedic surgeon to come over and treat her bone."

Fenna removed Nathan's coat and handed it back to him. "You should put this back on. I'm not cold anymore."

Upon reaching the hospital, Nathan

handled the examination fees and collected the reports. Engrossed in his tasks, he paid no heed to the cold, leaving his jacket draped over Fenna's shoulders.

As they made their way, he asked, "I specifically instructed you to follow Avery into the beauty salon. How did you end up getting kidnapped?"

Fenna looked puzzled. "I'm not sure

either. Everything seemed fine initially. Avery didn't seem off in any way. I was in the middle of my beauty treatments when I suddenly blacked out. When I regained consciousness, I found myself being abducted by several masked men."

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Nathan's expression hardened as he said, "Avery visits this beauty salon every week, and it's where you were abducted from. Clearly, something is not right with that establishment."

"What should we do now?" Fenna asked.

Nathan remained silent, wheeling Fenna to the orthopedics department. He handed the report to the doctor and briefed him on the situation.

As Fenna received treatment, Nathan exited the room and retrieved his phone from his coat, only to discover it was switched off.

After powering it on, he was greeted with a barrage of missed calls and messages. A somber expression fell upon Nathan's face as he examined the notifications.

He noticed numerous missed calls from Cole, a dozen from his parents, several from Taylor and Wendy, and one from Phoebe.

In addition, there were two missed calls from Mila.

At that moment, Nathan's heart felt like it exploded, and he promptly dialed Mila's number.

With frustration bubbling inside him, Nathan stormed into the hospital room.

"Did you turn off my phone?" he bellowed furiously at Fenna, who was undergoing treatment.

Both Fenna and the attending doctor were startled by his sudden outburst.

Fenna nervously shook her head, swallowing hard. "No, I didn't touch your phone," she insisted.

As Nathan's phone continued to ring unanswered, his anxiety surged. However, there was no time to dwell on why his phone had been turned off. He swiftly dialed Cole's number, walking away as the call

connected.

Fenna shoved the doctor aside, hobbling after Nathan in a panic. "Nate, I'm still injured. Where are you going? Are you just going to abandon me like this?"

However, Nathan was too consumed by his concerns to heed her cries.

As Cole picked up the phone, urgency laced his voice. "General Morrison, something's happened to Mrs. Morrison. You need to come to the hospital immediately."

At that moment, Nathan felt his heart shatter. His mind went blank, and he dashed out of the hospital in a panic, feeling as if he were sprinting a hundred yards.

Fenna attempted to follow, but her injuries slowed her down. She called out sorrowfully from behind, "Nate, Nate... Are you just going to leave me like this?"

The brightly illuminated hospital room was permeated with the scent of disinfectant.

Mila gradually regained consciousness, weakly parting the curtain and flexing her fingers slightly.

She felt the reassuring grip of a warm, steady hand holding hers. As she moved her fingers, Nathan's concerned face came into view, hovering close to hers.

Nathan appeared tense, his gaze filled with worry as he gently asked, "Chubs, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"

Soon, a cluster of faces surrounded her-Zach, Vera, Taylor, Wendy, Daniel, Cole, and Nathan.

Disregarding Nathan's presence, Mila closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Chubs, do you feel any discomfort? Please let me know how you're feeling," Florence spoke up.

Gary quickly instructed Cole, "Go fetch the doctor to check on her."

Cole promptly left the room.

Meanwhile, Florence pressed the call button by the bedside, summoning the doctor.

Mila sensed the concern emanating from everyone around her.

However, amidst the flurry of worry, her mind fixated on one thing. "Where's the baby?" she croaked.

Nathan's voice, tinged with guilt and

anxiety, reached her ears as he gently clasped her hand. "The baby is in the Reonatal ICU," he murmured. "He's a boy, weighing three pounds and six ounces, His lungs aren't fully developed, so he'll need to stay in the incubator."

Her baby was alive.

Despite her excitement, Mila couldn't shake the heartbreak and distress she felt. Her baby, weighing only three pounds six ounces, seemed so tiny and fragile.

Instead, her heart ached faintly, prompting her to withdraw her hand and turn to Florence. "Florence, where's Phoebe?"

"Phoebe is fine. She's resting in the ward," Florence reassured gently.

Florence leaned closer, offering her a tissue. "Don't cry. You've just welcomed a beautiful baby into the world. Now, it's important to focus on your well-being. Tears won't mend anything. Stay positive, that's the key to a swift recovery

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Wendy chuckled. "That's right, Chubs, no need for tears now. Crying too much might damage your eyes and could even contribute to postpartum depression."

Pressing her lips together, Mila forced a smile. "Thank you, Wendy. I'll try not to cry."

Wendy encouraged further, "That's the spirit! Premature babies aren't a cause for concern nowadays. With advanced medical technology, they just need a few months in the hospital, and then they'll be ready to come home.

"I have experience in childcare; I can lend a hand. I'll ensure your baby grows up chubby and healthy."

Florence quickly chimed in, "I'll take care of him too. I've raised kids just as well as Wendy. Just consider Nathan, Taylor, and, of course, Daniel..." Patting Daniel on the back, Florence added, "He's as strong as a bull."

Caught off guard by the sudden pat, Daniel instinctively covered his chest, looking bewildered.

Mila couldn't resist stealing a glance at Daniel. She was moved by his gesture to visit her despite being blind. A wave of emotion washed over her, and she managed a faint smile.

"Chubs, congratulations to you and Nathan on the new addition to your family," Daniel said.

Mila replied warmly, "Thank you, Daniel."

Taylor joined in with congratulations, playfully teasing, "Chubs, even though he's only three pounds six ounces, that little guy looks surprisingly strong I could hear his cries from outside the glass; he's got quite the set of lungs. And his kicking and flailing... impressive, to say the least."

Mila's smile widened, genuinely uplifted by Taylor's words about her son. "Thank you, Taylor," she replied gratefully.

Florence gently squeezed Mila's hand, her heart swelling with empathy and admiration. "Chubs, you've been through so much. You nearly lost your life bringing this baby into the world.

"The doctors said you had severe bleeding and almost needed a hysterectomy to survive. It's all thanks to your resilient platelets and the dedicated obstetricians that you're here with us today. Thankfully, they managed to stop the bleeding in the end."

Little did they know, Mila had extensively researched the dangers of childbirth even before becoming pregnant.

After all, wasn't a brush with death a common occurrence for women during labor?

As long as the child was healthy, all the challenges were worth it.

However, Mila promised herself she would remember the pain of today. In the future, she vowed never to endure childbirth again.

Mila offered a gentle smile and shook her head reassuringly. "Florence, I'm feeling better now."

"Don't downplay it, Chubs. You're still

recovering," Florence insisted

earnestly, her tone gentle. "Come

home with me. I'll take care

you,

along with the maternity neve

Nathan, consumed by guilt and remorse, couldn't help but interject, "Mom, Chubs is staying-"

"That sounds wonderful, Florence. Thank you," Mila cut him off.

Nathan froze, surprise flickering across his face as he glanced at her.

Was she not planning to return to Sudvilla? Did she no longer need his care and support?

Nathan could sense Mila's lingering resentment toward him. When she woke up, she briefly glanced at him. But since then, she hadn't acknowledged him or even spared him a second glance.

Her evident indifference weighed heavily on Nathan, and he grappled with the guilt he felt toward Mila and their baby.

Meanwhile, Florence's enthusiasm overflowed. "I'll have the maids clean your room thoroughly and set up a nursery for my precious grandson."

Mila expressed her gratitude with a smile, "Thank you, Florence."

Florence waved her phone dismissively. "We're family; there's no need for formalities. Just make yourself at home."

In the corridor, Nathan stood by the window, feeling a weight of remorse as he looked out at the scenery.

"Hey, Daniel," Nathan greeted him.

Nathan's tone turned bitter. "You could tell?"

"Well, I've let her and our son down. I'm always absent when she needs me the most," Nathan admitted.

Daniel furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment. "Is missing the birth

Your child the only issue here?

Chubs isn't one to make a fuss without reason. Could there be something else going on?"

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At this moment, Nathan realized that he hardly understood Mila's intricate and sensitive thoughts.

After all, they had been apart for many years, and their time together had been scarce.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh, feeling a weight in his chest as he remained uncertain of how to respond to Daniel's question.

Just then, the doctor and nurse exited the ward.

As Nathan turned to enter, the doctor intervened, explaining, "I'm sorry, but the patient needs ample rest. She requested that only the maternity nurse remain, while the other family members should return home."

Nathan's expression darkened. "But I'm her husband. I should be allowed to stay and assist the maternity nurse in taking care of her."

Florence promptly added, "Yes, yes, let my son stay too. It's safer for her to have family around."

The doctor observed Nathan closely, examining him from head to toe. "She specifically asked you to handle your own affairs and avoid disturbing her rest."

Everyone present was stunned, their gazes fixed on Nathan in disbelief.

Nathan's mood plummeted instantly, and he gazed sadly at the closed door of the hospital room.

After delivering his instructions, the doctor promptly departed.

Nathan remained rooted in place as Gary, Florence, and Wendy converged around him, eagerly anticipating an explanation.

Nonetheless, Nathan struggled to find the right words. He didn't want to burden his family with worries about his relationship with Mila, believing it was best for them to stay out of their personal affairs as much as possible.

Without saying a word, Nathan turned and walked away.

"Nate, are you seriously leaving?" Florence exclaimed. "Chubs was just venting. Did you really take it so personally? You're "

Just then, Daniel stepped in, reassuring Florence, "Mom, the maternity nurse is taking good care of Chubs. You don't need to worry." Florence persisted, "Dan, what's really going on between Nathan and Chubs?"

"I honestly don't know," Daniel replied, sweeping his cane along the path before turning away.

Gary furrowed his brow, letting out a sigh as he guided Florence by the arm. "Let's head out." With that, the entire family left the scene.

Exiting the maternity ward, Nathan dialed Cole's number. "Where can I find Phoebe's room?"

Cole promptly provided the room number.

Two minutes later, Nathan arrived outside Phoebe's ward.

The door was ajar. Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and a large bouquet of flowers.

Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her.

Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a variety of fruits?"

Cole glanced at the fruit box on the

bou

nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, and two large watermelons.

even

Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

Cole chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I wasn't sure which fruits you liked, so I got a variety. I couldn't carry more, but if I could—"

Before Cole could finish, Phoebe playfully interrupted, "If you could carry more, would you want to turn my hospital room into a fruit market?"

With a sheepish smile, Cole lowered his head and continued peeling the apple.

Meanwhile, Phoebe's eyes were drawn to the vase of fresh flowers, admiring their pink hues blending harmoniously as they blossomed.

She smiled appreciatively and

commented, "You have a talent for choosing flowers. These Elsa roses are stunning. Unlike Mr. Morrison, who always sends Mila plain chrysanthemums."

Cole looked confused. "But doesn't Mrs. Morrison like chrysanthemums?"

Handing Phoebe the peeled apple, Cole asked, "What's the misunderstanding?"

After a brief moment of

contemplation, Phoebe chuckled

and recounted, "Mila once confided in me that while she was still grappling with amnesia, she

resorted to selling flowers onthe

streets just to get by.

"Assuming he meant the imposter, Mila jokingly suggested chrysanthemums. Little did she know, Mr. Morrison had intended those flowers for her all along."

Cole's expression turned serious. "Why didn't Mrs. Morrison share this with General Morrison?"

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Cole let out a sigh and said, "If there's anything that bothers you in the future or anything you dislike, just tell me directly. And if there's something you like or want, please inform me as well."

Phoebe paused, feeling a bit nervous as she swallowed her apple. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she stammered, "Wh-why should I do that?"

Cole explained in a sincere and gentle tone, "Men's thoughts are typically straightforward, and we can't always grasp all the nuances of women's feelings.

"Those who attempt to decipher every detail of a woman's mind may appear to be love experts, but more often than not, they're simply players."

Phoebe blushed, a blend of nerves and curiosity bubbling within her. "Why should I share what I want with you?"

"Because if you do, I can fulfill your wishes," Cole explained anxiously.

Phoebe's nervousness intensified, prompting her to ask once more, "But why do you want to do that for me?"

Cole hesitated, his gaze intensifying as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "Be-because... I..."

The words "I like you" stayed lodged in Cole's throat, impossible to voice. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, apprehensive of the potential for rejection.

Cole found himself in uncharted territory. He had never felt this way about anyone before, never pursued a woman, and lacked experience in handling such emotions.

Nervously, Cole rose to his feet, his eyes darting around the room as he wrestled with his inner turmoil.

Unbeknownst to Cole, Phoebe eagerly awaited his words, hoping for a declaration of his feelings.

Despite her anticipation, Cole struggled to muster the courage to speak up. Instead, his focus shifted to Nathan, who stood lost in thought outside the door, leaning against the opposite wall.

"Isn't that General Morrison?" Cole remarked as he stood and headed toward the door.

Glancing outside, Phoebe indeed spotted Nathan leaning against the wall.

Cole stepped out and approached Nathan. "General Morrison, you're here too. Why don't you come in?"

Nathan lifted his gaze, offering a faint smile. "I'll join you once you're done confessing your feelings."

Cole awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling his ears flush with embarrassment. "I-I haven't... confessed anything."

Wearing a gentle smile, Nathan stepped into the ward.

Though she harbored some resentment toward Nathan, Phoebe greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr. Morrison."

Nathan walked over to the foot of the bed and rested his hands on the railings. "How are you holding up? Did you sustain any major injuries?"

Phoebe responded calmly, "Thankfully, I didn't injure any vital organs, so it's not too serious."

Nathan's expression grew serious. "Please, tell me about what transpired that night."

Phoebe proceeded to narrate the events of that evening to Nathan.

Cole listened intently, his expression filled with concern as he focused on Phoebe.

Meanwhile, Nathan absorbed the details, lost in contemplation.

Intrigued, Phoebe inquired, "Mr. Morrison, could Oliver be the one targeting Mila?"

Nathan's response was firm and decisive, "No, it's highly unlikely. Oliver is the least probable suspect."

Perplexed, Connor interjected, "But why is he considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even orchestrated the bombing that killed Madam Hoffis. What wouldn't he be capable of?"

Phoebe nodded in agreement, echoing Cole's sentiment, "I agree with Cole. It must be Oliver."

Nathan analyzed the situation with

rational perspective, stating,

"Although Oliver's murder of Madam Hoffis may seem like a

l.ne

demonstration of power against Mila it's more likely motivated by

personal resentment.

Phoebe and Cole exchanged a surprised glance, taken aback by the unexpected revelation.

Nathan sighed softly, adding, "If

Oliver had intended to kill Mila, he had countless opportunities to do so in the past. However, he never once considered taking her life. On the contrary, he has repeatedly stepped in to rescue her."

"It seems like he also cares deeply for Mila," Nathan continued, his voice tinged with sadness as he emphasized the word "also".

Phoebe's inquiry cut through the tension. "Then who could it be?"

Nathan expressed his frustration with a sigh, running his fingers

through his short hair. "Considering Fenna's sudden abduction and her

effort to signal her where to

me, it's evident that it was a diversionary tactic; their actual target is Mila."

Phoebe let out a disdainful snort, casting a contemptuous glance at the ceiling before arrogantly biting into her apple.

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At noon, while tending to Mila, the nurse remarked, "Your husband hasn't taken a break since early this morning. He's been sitting outside."

Mila remained stoic, showing no reaction to the nurse's observation.

As evening approached, the nurse finished helping Mila with her fourth meal and assisted her with washing up.

Unable to contain her concern, the nurse mentioned, "Mrs. Morrison, Mr. Morrison is still outside, keeping watch."

Nonetheless, Mila's expression remained unchanged.

In the following days, whenever Nathan entered the ward to visit her, Mila would pretend to be asleep.

Even if she had just woken up, she would use rest as a pretext to ask him not to disturb her.

On the day of Mila's discharge, Vera and Wendy arrived, leaving Nathan with little to do.

All he could manage that day was to drive and carry the luggage.

The vehicle made its way slowly toward the Morrison Residence.

In the empty courtyard in front of the house, Gary called for everyone from the Morrison family to gather outside and greet Mila.

While some were genuinely welcoming, others displayed disdain, their impatience evident on their faces.

Layla stood with her hands in her pockets, looking displeased as she observed the approaching vehicle.

Moving closer to Duke, she muttered under her breath, "It's just giving birth, what's the big deal? The baby is still in the incubator anyway."

Duke quickly covered Layla's mouth with his finger, signaling her to be quiet. "Shh, not now."

Daniel's voice broke through the tense silence, his tone cold and cutting. "Layla, hasn't the Morrison family always put on a show for you?

"From your child's birth to leaving the hospital, from their first birthday and every birthday thereafter, which day hasn't been grander than today?"

Layla's frown deepened as she shot a glare in Daniel's direction.

"It seems you're quite fond of Wanda Hoffis!" Layla remarked with a hint of provocation. "Unfortunately, she's now married to Nate."

Daniel remained unfazed, calmly stating, "Indeed, I do admire her. But the one who truly adores Wanda is Duke."

Layla's expression shifted suddenly.

Duke panicked and took her hand,

hastily explaining, "It's like the love

between siblings from when we

were kids. It's not what you're

thinking, honey."

Layla had always harbored resentment toward Nathan's wife, whether she was Suzanne York or Wanda Hoffis, jealousy had always been a factor.

Fuming, Layla shrugged off Duke's hand and stormed inside.

Duke turned to Daniel, venting his frustration. "Are you intentionally trying to cause trouble wherever you go?"

Daniel's expression grew serious as

he stared into the distance, his gaze

lacking focus. He spoke solemnly,

"Keep your wife under control, and

there won't be any issues.

Duke was left speechless by Daniel's words.

As Mila stepped out of the car, two maids hurried to take her luggage into the house.

Having undergone a natural delivery, she had spent a few days in the

hospital for recovery. Now, her ne

condition was no different from that

of any other person.

Mila was touched to see her entire family coming out to greet her, but her joy quickly faded when she noticed Fenna standing next to Cole.

Given that Fenna was Nathan's assistant, it was expected for her to be present whenever Cole was around.

Her only course of action was to reclaim her heart and not place all her love on one man.

Regardless of how many ambiguous women were around Nathan, it had no impact on her.

Approaching her, he took Mila's hand and gently offered, "Let me help you inside, Chubs."

Nathan's hand tensed slightly, and his once bright eyes dimmed as he watched Mila walk past him impassively.

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Mila had returned to the Morrison Residence to recuperate.

She didn't stay in the master bedroom where Nathan was currently sleeping. She stayed alone in the guest room under the pretext of needing rest.

She even arranged for the maternity nurse to stay in the room with her. She did this because she wanted to keep Nathan away.

She even had all her meals in the room.

Apart from resting, she mostly stayed indoors reading and studying, rarely venturing out of her room.

Occasionally, when she did leave her room, it was just to take a stroll in the backyard.

Nathan was busy with work. Every time he tried to make time to see her, she deliberately avoided him.

She didn't want to meet him, especially not with Fenna around.

Out of sight, out of mind; she didn't want to add to her troubles, nor did she want to feel jealous again.

Without realizing it, a month passed quietly.

The temperature still felt somewhat chilly. But with spring on the verge of arriving, everything began to stir back to life.

Phoebe had fully recovered. She moved into the Morrison Residence to attend to Mila closely.

That afternoon, with Phoebe by her side, Mila visited the neonatal ward to see her son.

Her son had grown healthier and was slowly gaining weight, visibly becoming stronger with each passing day.

However, his cardiac and pulmonary functions weren't strong enough, so the doctor advised another month's stay in the neonatal department.

Because there were better facilities and professional medical staff here, it was better for the growth of newborns.

Mila followed the doctor's advice. She visited her son again before leaving the hospital with Phoebe.

Phoebe drove carefully through the bustling streets as she watched the road cautiously.

Mila took out her phone and then lowered her head to continue studying the data.

Glancing at Mila's serious demeanor, Phoebe asked, "Mila, when do you plan to return to the military base?"

Mila replied calmly, "I'm not going back."

Phoebe was puzzled as she asked, "What? Are you resigning?"

Mila calmly explained, "I've applied to establish a research institute in Phoenicia. My projects will progress there, and if necessary, I'll travel to the frontiers for a few days.

"Once the work there is done, I'll return to Phoenicia."

Phoebe stole a glance at Mila. Phoebe felt like Mila had changed since giving birth and became somewhat unfamiliar even to her.

Phoebe asked, "Then what about Mr. Morrison?"

Mila replied without hesitation, "He's an adult. He'll handle it himself."

"Mila, are we going back to Morrison Residence now?"

Mila raised her head to look at the

road conditions before glancing at

the rear view mirror. She focused on

the vehicle in the mirror and asked,

"Is there a car following us?

Phoebe replied, "It's one of Mr. Morrison's people. They've been quietly following us every time we go out."

Mila sternly instructed, "Shake them off."

Phoebe was taken aback.

Mila commanded, "Go to Dreamshift Beauty Salon."

Phoebe felt nervous because it was

where Fenna had been kidnapped

before it was puzzling why she

would want to shake off Nathan's

people and go to such a dangerous

place.

"Mila, why are we going to Dreamshift Beauty Salon?"

Mila responded, "To find someone."

Phoebe was curious, so she asked, "Who are we looking for?"

Phoebe decided not to ask further. She immediately stepped on

to maneuver parent

cars with a drift-like moet

An hour later, Phoebe finally shook off the car behind them and arrived at the parking lot of Dreamshift Beauty Salon.

Phoebe locked the car and followed her closely.

Phoebe became increasingly curious. She quietly looked at Mila.

She found a corner to hide in and crouched down. She took out her tablet and placed it on her lap.

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Phoebe stood by Mila's side, scanning the surroundings, even though she didn't know what Mila was up to.

But after years of being Mila's personal assistant, she knew she had to be on a lookout.

Seeing no one around, Phoebe glanced down at the display screen Mila was busy operating.

It was then that Phoebe noticed Mila had logged into her hacker account from several years ago.

Mila had studied engineering and chemical manufacturing. Proficiency in computer programming was essential for chemical weapons manufacturing, so she was also excellent in computer skills.

She had a hacker account, but she generally didn't invade other people's computers, let alone showcase her superb skills on the internet.

That was why she wasn't even listed in the hacker rankings.

After a series of operations, Mila closed the computer.

Suddenly, the staff in the building's monitoring room began to panic. They opened the door and said, "Call somebody here to fix it. What happened? Why did the screen go blank all of a sudden?"

Carrying the computer, Mila walked over in large strides with a smile. She said, "Sir, I'm a staff member from Dreamshift Beauty Salon. The director asked me to check why our surveillance screens went blank."

The security responded nervously, "We don't know what happened either. The main screen here went blank."

Mila frowned as she looked puzzled. She said, "I know a bit about surveillance equipment. Can I have a look?"

The security guard scrutinized Mila and then glanced at Phoebe who was standing behind her.

Seeing two innocent-looking women, he let down his guard.

He allowed them in and said, "Take a look, it's all static like this."

Mila pursed her lips as she smiled lightly. She said, "Oh, I can fix this. Do you want me to help you fix it?"

The security guard was surprised, so he asked, "You can?"

Mila nodded then replied, "I can."

Without hesitation or suspicion, the security guard immediately pulled out a chair for her to sit on.

After all, it was just surveillance cameras. It was not any state secret, so the security guard didn't think much of it.

After sitting down, Mila took out a USB flash drive from her pocket.

She stated, "This is a Trojan virus removal USB. It needs to be installed."

"Okay," the security guard agreed.

Mila inserted the USB flash drive.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mila implanted her remote surveillance Trojan into the surveillance system.

She then copied all the previously saved footage onto the USB flash drive.

She pressed random keys on the keyboard to delay the time it took to import the Trojan.

After importing it, she unplugged the USB flash drive and casually clicked the restart button.

The security guards were dumbfounded.

Mila smiled as she said, "It's done. Just restart it, and everything will be back to normal."

Mila finally got what she wanted. She left the monitoring room amidst the security guards' gratitude.

Phoebe understood what was going on, so she didn't ask further questions and just followed Mila out.

The two returned to the front of the

car. Just as they opened the car

door, they

y saw Avery g

luxurious car. Content car.

of a

Her luxurious car was worth tens of millions.

Just the thought of her missing family members and deceased grandmother made Mila want to kill her and Oliver.

Phoebe

Morttered angrily, "This

really disgusting. Mr.

warned me about her

before. He told me to be careful.

"According to Mr. Morrison, the

person who tried to as

was likely hired by Avery. But

t it was Fenna."

Phoebe shook her head and replied, "Mr. Morrison didn't say directly. He just told me to be careful of her."

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There was a loud bang.

Mila closed the door and strode after Avery.

Phoebe hurried to catch up and said, "Mila, what are you planning to do?"

Mila gritted her teeth as she muttered, "She caused my son to be born prematurely and kept in an incubator.

"She caused you to be injured. She also caused my family to fall apart and my family members to be missing. What else do you think I would want from her?"

Phoebe responded, "But there's no solid evidence."

Mila murmured, "There's no need to have evidence. Just because she colluded with Oliver to seize my grandfather's entire fortune, I want her dead."

"Mila, murder has consequences," Phoebe said nervously. She felt that Mila had lost her previous gentleness and had become tough.

Mila ignored Phoebe.

They followed Avery into the beauty salon.

While Avery was undergoing beauty treatments, Mila and Phoebe consulted with the staff about cosmetic surgery. Their true intent was elsewhere.

An hour later, Avery finished her facial treatment. With a satisfied grin, she swayed her hips and entered the bathroom with catlike steps.

They followed her.

Avery entered a stall in the bathroom. She closed the door and began to relieve herself.

Mila stood in front of the door as she covered her nose. She commanded in a low voice, "Phoebe, kick the door. Then, dunk her head into the toilet."

Phoebe was shocked. She stared at Mila with wide eyes.

She had never disobeyed Mila's orders although she didn't think this method was too much for Avery.

She was shocked and puzzled because these words came from Mila, who had always been kind and gentle.

Mila frowned. Her gaze was intense as she instructed, "Go!"

Phoebe nodded, excited. She instantly felt a rush of adrenaline, so she took a few steps back and kicked the door with force.

There was a loud bang.

Avery was frightened. Her face

turned pale as she screamed in

terror. She stood up abruptly and

instinctively pulled up her pants. She

stared at Phoebe in panic.

"You-" Before she could say anything, Phoebe grabbed her hair and forcefully pressed her face into the toilet bowl.

Phoebe stuffed her into the disgusting and dirty toilet bowl.

Avery knelt on the ground with her

hands gripping the edge of the toilet

bowl. Her entire head was in the

filthy toilet as she struggled

desperately.

She couldn't even utter a word amidst the gurgling and choking sounds.

Phoebe forcefully pressed her head down. Finally, she used the toilet lid to press down on her before leaving the stall.

She clapped her hands as she felt relieved. She looked at Mila with satisfaction and asked, "Mila, should I continue?"

Mila replied indifferently, "Let's go."

Phoebe followed Mila out.

In the bathroom, Avery's nauseating

vomiting sounds continued. Each

sound was louder and more painful

than the last. It eventually turned

into frantic and angry screams that

echoed through the salon.

She noticed Mila controlling the surveillance cameras of the salon on her tablet.

She seemed calm, composed, and unaffected. Her demeanor made Phoebe suspect that she wasn't the same gentle and kind Mila she used to be.

Phoebe asked curiously, "Mila, why did you invade the surveillance room of Dreamshift Beauty Salon?"

Phoebe asked, "Mr. Morrison would investigate it, wouldn't he?"

"He believes in the deep friendship between them for over a decade, and he trusts what Fenna says. So, he won't investigate her."

Chapter 530

Chapter 530

There was a loud bang.

Mila closed the door and strode after Avery.

Phoebe hurried to catch up and said, "Mila, what are you planning to do?"

Mila gritted her teeth as she muttered, "She caused my son to be born prematurely and kept in an incubator.

"She caused you to be injured. She also caused my family to fall apart and my family members to be missing. What else do you think I would want from her?"

Phoebe responded, "But there's no solid evidence."

Mila murmured, "There's no need to have evidence. Just because she colluded with Oliver to seize my grandfather's entire fortune, I want her dead."

"Mila, murder has consequences," Phoebe said nervously. She felt that Mila had lost her previous gentleness and had become tough.

Mila ignored Phoebe.

They followed Avery into the beauty salon.

While Avery was undergoing beauty treatments, Mila and Phoebe consulted with the staff about cosmetic surgery. Their true intent was elsewhere.

An hour later, Avery finished her facial treatment. With a satisfied grin, she swayed her hips and entered the bathroom with catlike steps.

They followed her.

Avery entered a stall in the bathroom. She closed the door and began to relieve herself.

Mila stood in front of the door as she covered her nose. She commanded in a low voice, "Phoebe, kick the door. Then, dunk her head into the toilet."

Phoebe was shocked. She stared at Mila with wide eyes.

She had never disobeyed Mila's orders although she didn't think this method was too much for Avery.

She was shocked and puzzled because these words came from Mila, who had always been kind and gentle.

Mila frowned. Her gaze was intense as she instructed, "Go!"

Phoebe nodded, excited. She instantly felt a rush of adrenaline, so she took a few steps back and kicked the door with force.

There was a loud bang.

Avery was frightened. Her face

turned pale as she screamed in

terror. She stood up abruptly and

instinctively pulled up her pants. She

stared at Phoebe in panic.

"You-" Before she could say anything, Phoebe grabbed her hair and forcefully pressed her face into the toilet bowl.

Phoebe stuffed her into the disgusting and dirty toilet bowl.

Avery knelt on the ground with her

hands gripping the edge of the toilet

bowl. Her entire head was in the

filthy toilet as she struggled

desperately.

She couldn't even utter a word amidst the gurgling and choking sounds.

Phoebe forcefully pressed her head down. Finally, she used the toilet lid to press down on her before leaving the stall.

She clapped her hands as she felt relieved. She looked at Mila with satisfaction and asked, "Mila, should I continue?"

Mila replied indifferently, "Let's go."

Phoebe followed Mila out.

In the bathroom, Avery's nauseating

vomiting sounds continued. Each

sound was louder and more painful

than the last. It eventually turned

into frantic and angry screams that

echoed through the salon.

She noticed Mila controlling the surveillance cameras of the salon on her tablet.

She seemed calm, composed, and unaffected. Her demeanor made Phoebe suspect that she wasn't the same gentle and kind Mila she used to be.

Phoebe asked curiously, "Mila, why did you invade the surveillance room of Dreamshift Beauty Salon?"

Phoebe asked, "Mr. Morrison would investigate it, wouldn't he?"

"He believes in the deep friendship between them for over a decade, and he trusts what Fenna says. So, he won't investigate her."