The Wrong Woman

Mila was nervous and had no idea what to do, so she leaned against Phoebe.

Her strange behavior made Fenna even more suspicious. Without hesitation, Fenna reached out to touch Mila's stomach. Mila panicked and ducked.

Phoebe was enraged. She stepped in to protect Mila and stopped Fenna from going any further.

"What do you think you're doing? Are you insane?" Phoebe questioned. She pushed Fenna away, but Fenna kept trying to approach Mila. Fenna grew increasingly agitated as she demanded, “Is she pregnant or what? Just answer me!"

Fenna ignored the looks of the others. All she wanted to know was the truth. She hadn't been able to get rid of her worries since Cameron had helped Mila to get Nathan drunk.

Phoebe pushed Fenna away with all her might. Fenna staggered backward. Her expression turned sour as she stared at Mila's stomach while gritting her teeth.

Mila was wearing a loose coat that hid her stomach well, but Fenna could tell that Mila's movements weren't as nimble as usual. They were more like those of a pregnant woman.

There were a lot of other employees in the cafeteria, and the commotion attracted a crowd of people. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Female co-workers who had gone through childbirth began to watch Mila closely. Most people wouldn't have paid much attention to her if no one had mentioned the pregnancy.

Phoebe found Fenna's behavior extremely irritating. She was livid. She pointed at Fenna and shouted, "You are completely insane! Why do you care whether someone is pregnant or not? It's none of your concern!"

Mila gently tugged at Phoebe's sleeve, quietly urging her not to say anything that might aggravate the situation.

Understanding Milas signal, Phoebe took Mila's hand and led her outside. "Mila, go back to your dorm and get some rest. I'll bring you the food later.”

Mila nodded sullenly. The two of them drew curious glances from the onlookers as they left.

Fenna clenched her fists. Her gaze was more intense than anyone else's. Her suspicions grew even though Mila hadn't admitted anything. She even heard snippets of conversation between female colleagues. “I have a feeling she might be pregnant. She must be pretty far along in her pregnancy, judging by her waist and the way she moves."

"But we haven't seen a baby bump yet, have we?"

“You're missing the point. Some women don't show much when they're pregnant, especially if they're already slender. And if she wore a coat, it would only hide it more."

"She was still single, wasn't she? Whose baby might it be?"

"Who knows?"

Employees began to trickle out as the meeting ended on the top floor of the office building. Nathan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He looked exhausted from a sleepless night.

After Cole finished putting the documents away, he stood a short distance away. He didn't want to disturb Nathan's moment of rest. “Nate.” Fenna's urgent voice came from outside. She rushed in, looking flustered. "You're still here in the conference room."

Rubbing his temples, Nathan slowly opened his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

"Wanda's four months pregnant at most. The baby isn't yours, is it?" Fenna asked.

Nathan stared at her in shock as her words hit him like a ton of bricks. Fenna's face turned grave. She anxiously took out her phone and pulled up a picture of a six-month-pregnant woman to show him.

“This is what a six-month pregnant belly should look like. You've seemed so worried and depressed lately. Is it because Wanda's baby isn't yours?" she asked.

Cole was taken aback, his mouth hanging open. "Ms. Hoffis is pregnant?"

Fenna didn't answer him. She had her eyes on Nathan in anticipation of his answer.

Nathan's face went pale, and he remained silent.