The Wrong Woman

As Mila descended the stairs, she spotted Phoebe in the living room.

Phoebe handed her a bag of clothes and asked, "Mila, why did you suddenly move to Sudvilla? How's Mr. Morrison holding up?"

Accepting the bag, Mila settled onto the sofa beside Phoebe. "He's suffered two major injuries in the past, and his body is quite fragile, requiring constant care," she explained.

Phoebe fell silent, her expression filled with concern.

Mila then asked, "Have you received any updates from Sunterland?"

Phoebe's expression darkened as she lowered her voice. "Mila, you're fully aware of your position. Sunterland won't simply allow you to leave. They're still making efforts to sway you in their favor."

Mila sighed softly, her tone tinged with guilt. "Please continue handling this matter for me. Let's try to avoid causing any offense or stirring up trouble. Let's resolve it peacefully."

Filled with doubt and regret, Phoebe questioned, "I just can't understand why you're so determined to leave Sunterland, give up on hydronium, and return to work in Norvania. You used to preach that science knows no boundaries and is the same everywhere.

"Besides, if you stay in Norvania, you'll have to forsake your research on hydronium. You'll lose the support of a powerful nation, abandon the achievements of your hard work, and even forfeit the possibility of a future Genesis Award. This could be the apex of your life's work."

Mila's spirits dampened as she lowered her head.

Phoebe advised, "Mila, perhaps you should reconsider."

Mila lifted her gaze resolutely, meeting Phoebe's concerned eyes with a faint smile. "There's no need to dwell on it any longer. Continue coordinating with Sunterland for me. I'll accept whatever conditions they propose, as long as it guarantees my return."

Phoebe, still perplexed, was eager to press on, "Mila— "

However, Mila raised her hand to stop her. "Please, don't say anything more. I've made up my mind."

Phoebe's expression darkened, and her voice took on a more solemn tone. "Is this related to Mr. Morrison? You're not allowing your feelings to sway your decision, are you?"

Mila shook her head. "It's not just about him."

Phoebe pressed, "Then what is it?"

Taking Phoebe's hand, Mila explained earnestly, "Phoebe, the reality is that science isn't without boundaries."

Phoebe was perplexed, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"Sunterland and Norvania may have friendly relations, but politics are always intricate. If a conflict arises between the two nations, the weapons I've developed could be used against my people.

Phoebe countered, "But you're not a Norvanian anymore, and these people aren't your fellow citizens."

"I was born, raised, and educated in Norvania. I experienced the best years of my childhood here. Before going abroad, I dreamed of succeeding and returning to serve my homeland.

Phoebe reassured, "What you fear won't come to pass."

Unable to sway Mila further, Phoebe could only sigh in resignation.

"If I had to choose between happiness and honor, I'd choose happiness. The possibility of winning the Genesis Award seems distant, and there's no assurance of a happy future with him.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

"Both paths are uncertain, but right now, I don't want to risk losing him."

Phoebe rose to her feet, exhaling deeply. "Okay, Mila, I understand. I'll keep track of this matter. If possible, it would be best if you could handle it personally."

Mila replied, "If I go to Sunterland, there's no way I can return to Norvania."

Phoebe grasped the situation, offering a silent nod.

"Thank you, Phoebe."

"No need to thank me. I'll be heading out now, Mila."

"Okay."

After seeing Phoebe off at the door, Mila went back to have dinner before bringing her clothes into Nathan's room.

Upon entering, she noticed that he had already finished his dinner and was now leaning against the headboard, fully engrossed in the laptop resting on his lap.