The Wrong Woman

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. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“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."