Mila turned toward him, her voice laden with curiosity. "What about the love of family? Shouldn't that be valued too?" Simon lapsed into silence. "I'm passionate about my career, but I also hold love for my homeland, my family, and him," Mila affirmed. "I changed my nationality to access greater research opportunities and knowledge, but in doing so, I sacrificed the relationships I cherished," Mila sighed, her tone heavy with sorrow. "Was my choice truly the right one?" Simon met Mila's gaze. Her melancholic expression and teary eyes stirred something within him. Suddenly, he spoke up, "Mila, there might still be a way for you to return." Mila was taken aback, her eyes nervously locked onto his. Simon reached out, drawing her closer. "Listen closely." Mila leaned in without hesitation. With a hand cupping her ear, Simon whispered a series of words.Mila blinked, her eyes lighting up with newfound hope. After hearing Simon's words, she beamed with gratitude. "Thank you,
Cole readily agreed, "Sure." Right after Mila exited the ward, Phoebe and Cole found themselves enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere as they exchanged awkward glances. Cole hastily searched for a topic to break the silence. "Would you like some fruit? Let me slice an apple for you." Phoebe nodded, saying, "Thank you." Cole felt a sudden stiffness, his movements becoming clumsy and uncoordinated. He wandered inside the ward, scanning the surroundings until he realized the apple was right before him. Frantically, he searched for a knife, circling until he spotted it beside the fruits. His fumbling actions brought a smile to Phoebe's lips. Three days later, Phoebe had made a full recovery. On the day of her discharge, Cole arrived to pick them up. Seated in Cole's car, Mila inquired, "Cole, is Nate in Phoenicia?" "He is," Cole responded. "Is he busy?" Mila probed. "He's quite busy," Cole responded honestly. He pondered, "When is Mr. Morrison ever not busy?" "That's al
Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Am I not welcome?" Nathan replied, "You know that's not what I mean." Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. "I wanted to see you." Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him. Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing? Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him. After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. "Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings." Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.As Nathan waited for her response, Mila
Mila's heart fluttered with a twinge of unease as she nervously asked, "Nate, are you incapable?" Nathan's expression darkened, his brow furrowing. This question wounded a man's pride, especially when it came from someone he deeply loved. He paused for a long moment, unsure of how to respond. Mila was taken aback. "Seriously?" Nathan felt a heaviness in his chest. He took a deep breath before replying firmly, "Don't try to provoke me. It won't work." Mila felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. At the same time, she was astonished at how calm Nathan remained. She couldn't comprehend the reason behind Nathan's refusal and grew frustrated. "Didn't you say you liked me? You've had a crush on me since childhood. Were you lying all this time?" Nathan released her, moving her hands away from him and stepping back, creating distance between them. His expression was grim as he spoke, "Yes, I care for you deeply. I love you. I want to be with you. But what about you? Do you li
"What about you?" Nathan asked. "My kindness toward you once brought me ten years of lovesickness. Do you think I'm more resilient now that I should enjoy a taste of sweetness only to endure a lifetime of agony?" Hearing his words, Mila lowered her head slowly. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back her tears. She wished she could erase her memories, to return to being just Suzanne, the woman whose heart and gaze belonged solely to Nathan, the woman who only dreamed of being his wife. She longed for a simpler life, free from the burdens of duty, where her heart could be filled with pure love, and to live a simple life with Nathan. But the reality was harsh. Nathan had his responsibilities, and she had hers. With tears tracing her cheeks, Mila silently brushed past Nathan and left Sudvilla. In less than half a minute, Nathan grew anxious. He rushed outside, his steps purposeful. He glimpsed Mila walking along the avenue in the front yard. Catching up to her swiftly
Mila appeared despondent, resembling a broken spirit. With all her loved ones kidnapped, she felt utterly helpless, unable to devise a plan for their rescue. Even reaching out to authorities seemed futile. Calls from the research institute urged her to return promptly. However, Mila was no longer the driven workaholic of the past. Of late, she was weighed down by numerous concerns. Unable to shake off her worries, Mila found herself unable to concentrate. Just then, the phone interrupted her thoughts. Mila set aside her book, reaching for the phone by her bedside. It was Sienna calling. "Hey, Sienna, what's going on?" she answered. "Chubs, I heard your friend has been discharged from the hospital. When are we going abroad?" Sienna asked. Mila felt a pang of regret. "Sienna, we'll have to wait a bit longer. I have some matters to attend to." "Is it about your grandparents? They still haven't been found?" Sienna inquired.Mila's mood darkened. "They've been hidden away by Oliv
Having experienced Fenna's tactics before, Mila responded calmly, "We were never truly together, so how can there be a breakup?" Fenna retorted, "Then why are you here to see him?" Seizing the moment, Mila countered, "You used to boast to me, claiming you'd been dating Nate for a month and warning me to stay away from him. What's your plan today to drive me away?" Fenna clenched her fists, her face flushed red with anger, but she remained silent."You didn't see him last night, did you?" Mila pressed on, unperturbed. "You came here today to discuss work, didn't you?" Gritting her teeth, Fenna maintained her silence.Shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight with her hand, Mila muttered, "It's too bright." With that, she brushed past Fenna. Suddenly, Fenna called out, "Chubs Hoffis, wait!" It was the first time Fenna had addressed her by her full name, not as "Ms. Hoffis". Mila wondered if she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila moved to a shaded area and turned to
Mila's smile curved softly. "There's nothing urgent. I simply wished to share more moments with you while I'm still here in Phoenicia, and while you're still nearby." Nathan's question was sincere. "To develop feelings with me?" A soft smile danced on Mila's lips as she nodded in affirmation."And even after you've developed feelings for me, you still intend to leave?" Nathan probed.Mila responded with simplicity, "Yes." Nathan's gaze clouded as he passed by Mila, muttering to himself, "You're creating problems for yourself."Following him into the living room, Mila pressed further, "Why would you say that?" As Nathan settled into a seat, he picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it. "If you must leave, why bother seeking trouble when there are none?" Mila hesitated to delve deeper into the topic. Leaning closer to him, she asked softly, "Nate, what was Fenna here to discuss with you just now?" Nathan handed her the peeled orange. Mila blinked in
Jasper became concerned as Imogen placed her hand over her heart. He asked, "Are you experiencing any chest pains? Have you consulted a doctor? I can take you for a check-up."Imogen reassured him, gently holding his arm. "Jasper, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out how to balance my future family and career."Jasper smiled knowingly, gently patting her head before pulling her into an embrace. He recognized her uniqueness—her drive to pursue her career and showcase her skills and talents. The thought of being a stay-at-home mother or merely a trophy wife held no appeal for her whatsoever.Holding her close, Jasper murmured, "Imogen, have you forgotten about your husband's financial prowess?"Imogen couldn't suppress a chuckle.Jasper reassured her of his commitment, "As long as you're on board, I can arrange a driver to drive you to work, an assistant to handle all your tasks, and you won't have to worry about anything. When you return home, there will be maids and me to ens
After returning from her journey across the globe, Imogen headed straight to the hospital. During her travels, she started noticing subtle changes in her body—nausea, fatigue, and a stronger need for rest. Her hunch was confirmed when tests revealed she was pregnant.She felt a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The idea of being pregnant raised thoughts of focusing on family life and raising children. Yet, she valued her career and was steadily demonstrating her skills. She wasn't ready to give it up just yet.When Imogen arrived home and stepped through the front door, she found Gregory and Carol were there. They had just returned from their trip as well, bringing back gifts. "Hi, Mom, Dad," Imogen greeted them.Still excited about their travels, Gregory and Carol eagerly recounted their adventures to Jasper.When Jasper heard Imogen's voice, he quickly stood and walked over to her, taking her hand. "Imogen, I woke up early and didn't see you around. Where did you go?"
Jasper thought the idea was brilliant and agreed, "Let's plan our route and leave next week."Imogen gently pushed him back, her hands on his chest. "Sure, but let me get up first. We'll map out our journey, set a schedule, and go on a trip for our wedding."Jasper took her wrists and lifted them above the pillow. "Let's discuss this tomorrow. I have some pressing matters to attend to at the moment."Imogen was about to respond when Jasper leaned in and kissed her deeply. Their lips intertwined with passion.…A week later, Imogen received another call from Yulia's lawyer, who conveyed Yulia's apologies and expressed her desire for Imogen's forgiveness. Yulia also requested Imogen to intervene with Nathan on her behalf.Imogen decided to ignore the request. She believed in the fairness of the law. It reminded her of Zoey, who had fraudulently claimed her degree and ended up in prison at Jasper's behest.As for Yulia, she had orchestrated attacks on Gregory, caused Carol to lose
Imogen's heart raced as she slowly hugged Jasper, her voice bashful yet resolute. "Jasper, you'll always have a place in my heart."Jasper tensed slightly, his senses on high alert. He met her eyes. A glint of anticipation sparked in his gaze as he eagerly murmured, "Say it one more time. Say it—""I love you, Jasper," Imogen said gently.Jasper's eyes immediately filled with tears as he held Imogen tightly, his body shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, he could only whisper her name into her ear. "Imogen… Imogen…""Do you love me?" Imogen asked, her voice tinged with shyness.Jasper frowned. "I do love you. Haven't you always known?""I still want to hear it," Imogen said."I love you. I love you with all my heart," Jasper declared, gazing at her with intense passion and unwavering resolve.Feeling a bit stiff from his tight hug, Imogen gently pushed him away. "I love you, too, but I must get up and go to work.""Not today," Jasper responded, scooping and carrying her back to bed
"If it's a gift, why not accept it?" Mila whispered.Gregory quickly took the check, looking unsure of his next move.Once his money was accepted, Oakley assumed the issue was settled. He took Yulia's hand and began to leave the ward, saying, "Well, I'll leave with Yulia for now."Still feeling resentful, Yulia glanced back and shot Imogen a glare as they departed.The ward fell silent. Feeling uneasy, Gregory and Carol exchanged anxious glances."Nate, we can't go easy on them," Mila whispered.Nathan smiled knowingly. He took Mila's hand, gently caressed it, and said quietly, "Don't worry. I'll ensure our in-laws get the justice they deserve."Mila nodded, feeling reassured. Gregory and Carol, who were listening nearby, felt deeply moved and grateful.Since Gregory was injured and confined to bed, the meeting between Jasper's and Imogen's parents ended earlier than expected. After saying goodbye to their parents, Jasper and Imogen headed home. On their way home, Jasper felt
Yulia was renowned for her boldness and strong-willed nature. Aware of Oakley's wealth, influence, and dual reputation in legal and illicit circles, she feared no one and held a contemptuous attitude toward others, including senior military figures."You need to apologize to Ms. Imogen immediately," Oakley whispered urgently.Pointing at Imogen, Yulia muttered irritably, "Her? Oh, please! If anyone owes an apology, it's her to me."Oakley wiped his forehead nervously, trembling with anxiety. Everyone's expressions around them darkened visibly. Jasper suppressed his anger; his hands clenched into fists.Before he could speak, Yulia grumbled, "Jay, you blocked me before understanding everything, and then you terminated our contract. That's just too much."Mila couldn't shake her worry for Jasper. If he couldn't manage his relationship with Yulia appropriately, it could severely impact his marriage. Concerned that he might not handle it well, Mila intervened. "Ms. Gibson, please resp
Carol no longer believed the portrayal of wealthy women on television.Jasper took Imogen's hand, and they sat down on the couch together, feeling anxious. It was their parents' first meeting, and the hospital setting added to the tension. If things went wrong and their relationship soured, their future would look bleak.Imogen was particularly anxious. Her palms were growing clammy. Jasper pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her palms before reassuringly saying, "There's no need to be nervous. My parents are easygoing."Offering an awkward smile, Imogen teased him, whispering, "You seem more nervous than I am, don't you think?"Jasper chuckled but offered no reply. Dealing with Gregory and Carol was sure to be a bit daunting.Typically reserved around strangers, Nathan found it difficult to start a conversation at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol felt apprehensive and cautious, worried that any misstep could upset the Morrisons and cause problems for Imogen.Sensing th
Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest.""General Morrison, I…" Gregory's voice faltered in distress.Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Mila, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory.Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formal. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."Mila came
In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly."Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet," Carol said, marveling at the oranges. Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive.""Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?"Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up.""Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing.""Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours." "You're too stu