The Wrong Woman

Chapter 334

Mila’s heart sank ás she glanced back at the summerhouse entrance, her voice filled with concern. “Nate, Dan is visually impaired and unable to walk. With his volatile temper, who will care for him?

Nathan’s gaze was intense as he spoke softly, “He’s been heavily drinking. Once he passes out, the maid will tidy up his room, and the doctor will administer intravenous nutrition and rehabilitation treatments.”

Mila couldn’t bear watching Daniel inflict such torment upon himself. It felt like witnessing a slow form of suicide. “I need to go see him.”

With determination, Mila rose from her seat and headed toward the summerhouse.

“Mila.” Nathan stood up nervously, contemplating whether to stop her, but ultimately held back, restraining himself.

Mila simply wished to rescue Daniel from his despair. He should appreciate her efforts.

Nathan watched as Mila vanished from his sight. At that moment, an inexplicable sense of desolation and loneliness washed over him, accompanied by a tumultuous mix of emotions.

Mila’s genuine care and affection for Daniel were unmistakable.

Phoebe observed Nathan’s conflicted and troubled expression. “Mr. Morrison, Mila has always. been compassionate, so-”

“You don’t need to explain,” Nathan interrupted Phoebe.

While he struggled with Mila’s affection for another, he also held onto hope for Daniel’s

recovery.

Nathan settled into his seat, took out his phone to handle some work matters, and waited. patiently for Mila to come out.

Time ticked away.

The pair waited a long time, but Mila failed to emerge from the room.

Suddenly, Phoebe’s phone chimed twice. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

She glanced at her phone, then looked up in astonishment. “Mr. Morrison, Mila just sent me a message requesting that I prepare some soup and bring it in.

Nathan rose swiftly and turned around. “I’ll handle it.”

Phoebe trailed after him.

Another 30 minutes slipped by.

Outside the kitchen of the Morrison Residence, Nathan handed the soup to Phoebe. “You

should take this in. Daniel rarely opens up to others as he does with Mila.

“Perhaps you could let her stay a bit longer and keep him company.”

“But what about you?” Phoebe inquired.

“I’ll manage. Daniel needs her more,” Nathan replied with a bitter smile.

“Alright.” With that, Phoebe took the soup and departed.

Nathan released a soft sigh, feeling the weight in his heart increase. An indescribable, heavy ache spread through his chest.

Beneath the scorching sun, he departed Sudvilla alone.

Upon entering the summerhouse, Mila discovered Daniel unconscious on the floor.

She guided Daniel to the bed, tended to his hands and feet, and then requested Phoebe to prepare a serving of soup.

Taking advantage of his intoxicated state, she delicately opened his mouth and proceeded to feed him spoonfuls of soup.

After two hours had passed, Mila emerged from the summerhouse, only to find Nathan already departed.

Anxiously searching around, she inquired, “Where’s Nate?”

Phoebe replied, “Mila, Mr. Morrison has left. He mentioned that Daniel needs you more and requested you to stay behind and care for him.”

“Dan does need someone to care for him, but once he wakes up, he won’t recognize anyone. I can’t convince him, and staying here won’t make a difference,” Mila said as she walked out, her anxiety palpable. “But Nate could be in danger at any moment.”

Phoebe trailed after Mila, reassuring her, “Mila, you really shouldn’t worry too much about Mr. Morrison. He’s highly capable, and his assistant is dependable. He’ll be alright.”

Mila continued walking briskly along the shaded garden path toward the gate. She spoke breathlessly, “Some things are simply unavoidable.”

“Mila, ultimately, there are two categories of drugging. One type leaves a person powerless and vulnerable to manipulation by others.

“The other type acts as an aphrodisiac, intensifying desires beyond one’s control.”