The Wrong Woman

Mila suppressed a smile, choosing not to reveal much, although she knew it well.

She said, "Phoebe, my accomplishments today aren't solely the result of intelligence, but diligence as well. We all have the same amount of time. If we aim to learn and excel, we must be willing to sacrifice our time and delve into our pursuits.

"Instead of spending one or two hours chatting aimlessly, which doesn't ease longing and only waste our time, why bother?"

Phoebe smiled and asked, "So, that's why General Morrison thinks you're ruthless? You cut off all contact with him ten years ago."

Mila gently patted Phoebe's head and reminded her, "Love isn't everything in life. We must learn to assess. Even if we deeply love someone, we mus consider if they're worth it."

"Is he worth it then?" Phoebe asked further.

Mila blushed slightly and bit her lips. After thinking it over for a moment, she replied, "For now, he is."

Undeterred, Phoebe persisted, "Mila, Fenna treats him like some sort of obsession. Will General Morrison ever change his mind?"

Mila's expression darkened with a touch of bitterness as she softly said, "Go focus on your matters. Don't disturb my work."

"Okay," Phoebe obediently acquiesced. She returned to the couch and took out her phone to play games.

Mila's gaze lingered on her phone screen, her emotions swirling within.

Phoebe's question continued to resonate in her mind. "Will General Morrison ever change his mind?"

Unable to resist, she picked up her phone and opened the messaging app.

Nathan had sent her a few voice messages yesterday. However, she had been busy and missed them.

By the time she checked her phone, it was already late at night. Wanting to avoid disturbing Nathan's rest, she refrained from responding.

Up until today, she still hasn't responded.

She wondered if she should be more proactive.

After much contemplation, Mila decided against responding altogether. She set down her phone and resumed her work.

Soon, her phone rang.

Focusing on her documents, she reached for her phone and glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.

She hesitated for a moment before answering the call and brought the phone to her ear. She continued to read the data without shifting her gaze and asked, "Who's this?"

A magnetic and gentle voice resonated through the phone, "Chubs, it's me, Daniel."

"Daniel?" Mila paused, lifting her gaze to the scenery outside the window.

Daniel's voice carried an unusual solemnity as he spoke, "Sienna has been missing for a week. Do you know where she went?"

Mila was taken aback. "Sienna has already resigned. Didn't you know?"

Silence followed on the other end of the line.

Mila guessed that Daniel was unaware. Perhaps Sienna hadn't mentioned it, and he hadn't thought to ask.

A week had passed, and Daniel couldn't resist the urge to call and ask.

After a brief pause, Daniel asked again, "Why did she resign? Was it because of low pay? Or was I too demanding?"

Mila sensed Daniel's unusually low spirits. After some contemplation, she replied honestly, "Sienna's mother wanted her to return to her hometown for an arranged marriage. The potential groom is a fellow townsman who is also a small clothing factory owner with a respectable family background."

Daniel fell into silence once more.

Daniel declined firmly, "No, it's unnecessary."

After a moment of silence, Daniel asked, "Chubs, what kind of girl is she, exactly?" Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila pursed her lips, pondering for a moment before earnestly describing, "Well, Sienna is around five feet and five inches, slender, and delicate She has big, expressive eyes, a petite and straight nose, smile.

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"Her personality is as lively and outgoing as her appearance. She's a girl of principles, confident and independent, unafraid to express her emotions."

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