The Wrong Woman

Chapter 277

Mila exited Sudvilla, dragging her suitcase behind her.

Phoebe emerged from the car, swiftly taking Mila’s suitcase and stowing it in the trunk.

Seated in the passenger seat, Mila stared out at the landscape, tears welling up in her eyes, an unfamiliar sense of discomfort engulfing

her heart.

It felt as though her heart was being pricked by a thousand needles, the ache nearly unbearable, Nathan’s memory haunting her every thought.

Phoebe settled into the driver’s seat, starting the engine before pulling away from the curb. “Mila, when are we heading back to Sunterland?” she inquired.

Mila turned her gaze to the passing scenery outside the window, her voice calm as she asked, “Did you make the report?”

“Yes, I did,” Phoebe responded solemnly. “The country needs you and is eager for your return as soon as possible.”

Mila’s lips twisted in bitterness as she took a deep breath. “You shouldn’t have rushed to report it.”

“Why not?”

“I need to handle things here first. It’s not going to be a quick process.

“That’s alright. The country won’t pressure you to return immediately.”

Resting her head on her hand, Mila felt a wave of helplessness washed over her. “True, nobody can force me, but there could be

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spies in Sunterland.

“Have you considered the consequences if news of my survival leaks

out?”

Phoebe’s face turned pale, and she froze nervously, realizing the gravity of her impulsive actions.

“W-what should we do then?” Phoebe stammered, guilt written all over her face.

Mila retrieved her phone, her tone nonchalant as she responded, ” Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

“What’s our next move?” Phoebe inquired.

Mila responded, “We need to earn money to pay off debts. Let’s focus on stabilizing our life here first.”

Phoebe nodded in agreement, though she wasn’t particularly

concerned about the financial aspect. With or without Mila, she could still secure funding from the Sunterland government.

However, that would risk exposing their location. For now, she had to rely on Mila.

Mila accessed a cloud storage account on her phone, which had b dormant for over three years. After searching through it, she foun file and transferred it to Phoebe’s account.

Setting her phone aside, Mila explained calmly, “I’ve uploaded translated versions of the book I completed three years ago in six different languages to your account. You can sell them for money.”

Phoebe was aware that when Mila wasn’t occupied with work, she occasionally translated highly specialized and significant books, alongside her sporadic art endeavors.

Phoebe inquired, “Mila, what’s the price for one book?”

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Mila furrowed her brow, taking a moment before replying, “I’m uncertain about the current market value, but considering it’s a specialized chemistry book, the Norvanese version I translated previously could fetch over a hundred thousand per copy.

“You’ll need to negotiate with the publishers for the final price.”

“Understood,” Phoebe acknowledged before raising another question, “Why don’t you sell your paintings instead, Mila? Each one could generate millions, and it’s quicker money.”

Mila shook her head resolutely. “The proceeds from my artwork are designated for charity.”

Undeterred, Phoebe persisted, “Then what about selling military design blueprints? They’re even more lucrative than art.”

Mila’s expression soured as she turned to Phoebe. “I don’t require a large sum of money, just enough to suffice.

“Are you fixated on wealth now? Are you seriously suggesting that I sell military equipment blueprints?

“How about proposing to sell a few grams of hydronium instead? Perhaps I could even become the richest person in the world.”

Phoebe panicked and rushed to clarify, “Mila, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m simply concerned about your current financial situation, you know? After all, you still owe Nathan 600 thousand dollars.”

Mila responded with a casual tone, “Don’t worry, I’m accustomed to adversity.”

“Indeed, Mila, you’ve endured quite a bit over these past three years.”

“Every hardship is a lesson learned.”

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A week passed.

Nathan lay in his hospital bed, glancing at the payment notification on his phone. A sum of 600 thousand had been deposited.

He stared at the message, momentarily puzzled.

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His phone rang shortly after. Answering the call with a hoarse voice, Nathan croaked out, “Hello.”

On the other end of the line, Mila sat in her apartment, clutching a teddy bear.

She took a deep breath, listening to the voice she had longed to hear day and night. Her heart pounded with nervous anticipation. “Nate, it’s me.”

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