The Wrong Woman

"Wanda forgives you because of Cameron, but I'm not letting you off the hook," Nathan said indifferently.

Fenna's expression soured, and she asked sadly, "Why?"

"No why. Adults need to own up to what they do."

"I didn't intend to," Fenna protested.

"My house has cameras everywhere."

Fenna was caught off guard.

Nathan didn't want to argue further and headed toward the car.

"You've never been this harsh with me before," Fenna blurted out, her emotions showing.

Nathan took a deep breath and turned back to face her with a chilling tone. "I didn't realize how twisted your thinking was.

"Cameron begged me to tolerate you more. Without him, you're nothing. I wouldn't even spare a glance at you. It's not worth my time."

Tears filled Fenna's eyes as she stared at Nathan. She clenched her fists and bit her lip. She was clearly hurt and upset.

"Go and prepare your defense. The judge will consider your income for compensation. But you have to pay."

"Are you short of money?" Fenna shouted.

"I'm not short of money, but you're thoughtless, and need to learn a lesson. It's what you deserve."

Fenna grew frightened and reached out to grab Nathan's arm. "Nate, I understand-"

Nathan quickly shook off her touch and warned, "Don't touch me."

Fenna felt devastated. She didn't dare to touch Nathan anymore. Tears streamed down her face as she spoke, "Please let me apologize to you and Wanda. I acted impulsively, and now I deeply regret it.

"I don't earn much, and my savings are meager. Cam isn't wealthy either, so this is really tough on him when you do this."

Nathan's expression hardened as he reprimanded, "Don't try to manipulate me with Cameron. You're an adult, you must face the consequences if you make a mistake."

Desperately, Fenna asked, "What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

Nathan paused before firmly replying, "Resign from Project 905 logistics and return to your former position in the Foreign Affairs Department."

Fenna's tears abruptly ceased. She

wiped away her tears and said unrelentingly, "I can't walk away from Project 905. It's my only opportunity to be around youContents belong to NovelDrama.Org

regularly now.

"No matter what happens, I won't leave. I'll make it up to you, even if it takes my whole life. You can't just push me aside!"

With those words, Fenna stormed off.

Nathan found himself utterly

exasperated by Fenna's persistence. Anger simmered beneath his surface as he forcefully swung open the candoor and climbed into the car. His expression remained dark and troubled.

Cole pressed down on the accelerator, guiding them home.

In a foul mood, Nathan exited the car. His work was at a standstill, talks with Donald had reached a dead end, and Fenna's constant pestering was weighing him down. He strode into the living room.

"Nate, you're back?" A pleasant and familiar voice came.

Nathan glanced up to see a small, charming figure hurrying toward him.

Mila approached him like a joyful bird, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping into his embrace.

Nathan was pleasantly surprised by her sudden show of affection. All his worries melted away as he wrapped his arms around Mila and carried her.

A mix of excitement and shyness washed over him, leaving him oddly content. This was the first time Mila had welcomed him home with such intense enthusiasm.

Nathan gently carried her toward the couch, a blush creeping into his cheeks. "Is no one home?"

With her arms still around his neck, Mila answered softly in her melodic voice, "No, they've all gone to visit my grandma's grave. I stayed back to look after Jay and Elio with the maternity nurse."

Nathan settled onto the couch, letting Mila straddle on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist contently and buried his face in her shoulder.