The Wrong Woman

Mila couldn't suppress a chuckle. Lillian seemed oblivious and vastly overestimating herself.

With graceful poise, Mila replied, "Even the President himself wouldn't dare speak so recklessly. Yale hasn't even taken office, and you're already this arrogant. Who knows what will happen if the nation is under his leadership."

Lillian, gritting her teeth, pointed at Mila, spitting out menacingly, "Wanda Hoffis, just you wait." Without a backward glance, she stormed off.

Yale cast a heated gaze at Mila for a moment and flashed a gentle smile. With that, he followed Lillian out.

Zach approached Mila, concern evident on his face. "Chubs, are you alright?"Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Returning to the moment, Mila took Zach's arm with a sigh, guiding him towards the house. "Grandpa, whatever the reason, never allow Yale and Lillian in again. There's no one in Norvania Nate can't offend. We must stand our ground."

Zach smiled knowingly, proud as he responded, "Understood. With Nate supporting us from behind, we have nothing to fear."

Mila held back a smile, nodding in agreement.

As the election day drew nearer, Nathan's days became increasingly hectic.

Meanwhile, preparations for Mila's frontiers assignment resumed, picking up the pace from where they had paused.

Soon after, Mila received an appointment letter for Project 905, appointing her as the chief engineer and project advisor.

Scanning the list of project leaders, she noticed Jacob's name.

He was Fenna's classmate and leader of Team B, known for strong connections despite lacking solid expertise. His inclusion hinted at some leniency in the project's vetting process.

Due to different work schedules, Mila needed to head to the frontiers with Jasper and join Project 905 as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Nathan remained in Phoenicia, occupied until the election's conclusion.

On the eve of their departure, Mila and Nathan visited Gary and Florence, allowing them one last moment with Jasper.

In the cozy living room of the Morrison Residence, Florence cradled Jasper while Gary leaned beside her, both delighting in playful moments with Jasper. The moment was tender and intimate.

Nathan's head dipped, fingers entwined with Mila's as he softly caressed her hand. Though a smile graced his lips, a weight of reluctance burdened his heart.

They hadn't even said their goodbyes, yet the ache of separation loomed.

Mila felt the shift in his mood. Nestling into his embrace, she looked up into his striking face. His eyes were deep pools of affection.

"What's wrong?" she inquired.

Nathan's smile softened as he

pulled her closer. Paying no heed to

their parents' presence, he planted a kisson her forehead. "I hate the

thought of being away from you."

"It's just two months. After the election, you'll be with us at the frontiers." Mila assured him.

"Two months feels like an eternity," Nathan sighed.

Playfully, Mila teased, "Since when are you so clingy?"

Pretending to be affronted, Nathan quipped, "Did I annoy you?"

She shook her head with a fond smile. "Not at all. I love it when you're clingy. But you're always swamped. We hardly get time together."

"I'll find the time to visit you and Jasper," he promised.

She hummed in agreement.

"Be safe at the frontiers," Nathan said, his tone turning serious.

The mention of safety intensified Mila's worry. Leaning in, her hands pressed against his chest, her voice quivered with concern. "Nate, please, be careful when you're in Phoenicia. Oliver can be unpredictable; he fights back when threatened."