The Wrong Woman

Michaela's sense of security had vanished during her years of confinement.

It was only in Nathan's presence, as she observed the soldiers from the nearby military base coming and going, that she found solace.

Meanwhile, Nathan ignored Fenna's question and turned to Cameron. "Let's head to the study. I have something to discuss with you."

"Sure," Cameron replied, rising from his seat. He addressed Fenna, "You stay here with Mr. and Mrs. Hoffis in the living room. I need to talk to Nate."

Fenna nodded with a smile. Her eyes fixed on Nathan as she replied, "Got it. You guys go ahead."

As Nathan and Cameron disappeared into the study, Fenna's gaze wandered around the living room. "Your house is incredibly spacious and elegant, Mr. and Mrs. Hoffis." Michaela and Tristan exchanged glances, feeling uneasy with Fenna's presence.

"It's nothing special," Michaela replied tersely.

Fenna glanced toward the second floor and asked, "How many maternity nurses does Jay have?"

"We have two maternity nurses who alternate shifts to look after Jay," Michaela explained.

"And what about Wanda?"

"Wanda has Phoebe attending to her, and we also have maids to assist, so we don't require another maternity nurse."

"I see."

"You seem really interested in Wanda's personal life," Michaela said.

"We're good friends, so naturally, I have to care more," Fenna replied casually.

"Oh, how long have you two been friends?"

"It's been over ten years now."

"Ten years? But why haven't I heard Wanda talk about you before?"

Fenna realized the confusion and

chuckled. "Ah, you've got it mixed up.

I've been close friends with Nate

for

over a decade, not Wanda. I haven't

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Michaela finally understood why Mila had taken Jasper upstairs and hadn't returned to greet the guests.

The way Fenna looked at Nathan didn't resemble that of a friend-it felt more like the gaze of someone in love, intense and passionate.

"Would it be possible for me to tour your house?" Fenna asked boldly.

Michaela and Tristan exchanged a glance. Even though they weren't keen on it, they knew they had to be hospitable to their guest.

"Robert, could you please show Ms. Hudson around?" Michaela called out.

Robert politely approached and motioned for Fenna to follow him. He guided her through a tour, showing her various shared spaces and the outdoor courtyard.

They meandered through lush

gardens and explored the indoor

amenities. They stopped by the media room, gym, lounge, sunroom, spa bathroom, children's playroom, entertainment room, and more.

Fenna was awestruck by the opulence, and her initial feelings of superiority began to fade as she compared her life to this extravagant setting.

It dawned on her that her perceptions of wealthy homes were far from reality.

The presence of numerous maids.

and a kitchen larger than her living room, Bustling with three chefs highlighted the stark differences between her world and theirs.

Fenna finally understood why Mila lacked basic household skills. She convinced herself that Nathan's love for Mila likely stemmed from her family's wealth.

"Where's Nate's room?" Fenna asked.

Robert hesitated briefly before responding, "It's on the second floor."

"Show me," Fenna requested casually.

Robert managed a smile and politely replied, "I'm sorry, Ms. Hudson, it's not appropriate to tour the private quarters."

"Why not? I'm a close friend of Mr. Morrison's and a respected guest of the Hoffises. Why can't you show me there?"Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Maintaining his composure, Robert explained, "I regret to inform you but I lack the authority to grant access to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison's private spaces. "Perhaps you could ask Mr. Morrison himself later. My apologies for any inconvenience."