The Wrong Woman

Chapter 602

Despite Phoebe's tearful pleas, Mila remained indifferent to her own needs. With Nathan still missing, she lacked the motivation to wake up. She reclined once more and shut her eyes, softly saying, "Phoebe, I'm okay. I just want to rest a little longer. Wake me up when Nate returns."

"Mila..." Phoebe broke into tears, alarmed by Mila's condition. This was a side of Mila she had never witnessed before.

Previously, Mila would readily shed tears over the slightest grievances, her heart easily swayed by sadness. But in the face of Nathan's accident, she remained strangely composed.

Instead of being consumed by tears and hopelessness, Mila slept soundly, almost as if untouched by the tragedy.

Nonetheless, her deep slumber seemed to signify more than mere exhaustion-it hinted at a profound resignation toward life itself.

Witnessing this version of Mila filled Phoebe with an even greater sense of dread.

As news of Nathan's accident reached Zach, he immediately mobilized search teams to scour the river, gradually expanding their search area.

However, Zach found himself increasingly troubled as he observed Mila's deteriorating condition. She refused to eat or drink, lost in an endless cycle of sleep.

Despite Zach's efforts to coax her, Mila remained unresponsive.

Whenever she stirred awake, her first question was always, "Is Nate back yet?"

Upon finding Nathan absent, she would simply return to sleep.

By the third day, the family physician, Peyton Walsh, arrived and administered nutrients to Mila via IV.

As Peyton administered the injection, Mila seemed detached, displaying no interest in the IV drip, almost as if she were disconnected from her own body.

"Dr. Walsh?" Mila called out.

Peyton acknowledged her with a nod and asked, "Ms. Hoffis, how are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?"

Mila shook her head weakly, her voice barely audible. "I'm not hungry, and I have no desire to eat. Dr. Walsh, have you seen my husband? His name is Nathan Morrison. Has he returned?" Peyton shook his head solemnly. "Mr. Morrison hasn't come back yet."Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila reached out, her hand fumbling in the space beside her. "And what about my son?"

"The nanny has taken him out to feed him," Peyton assured her.

"I think I'll rest a little longer. Please wake me if my husband returns," Mila requested before adjusting her position and drifting back to sleep.

Despite the presence of those around her, Mila remained oblivious and apathetic. Shortly afterward, she fell back into a deep slumber.

Gary and Florence came to check on Mila's condition.

Florence was overwhelmed by the thought of Nathan's continued absence, coupled with Mila's apparent lack of will to live and the fact that Jasper was still so young. Unable to hold back her emotions, she quietly wept beside them.

Zach's voice quivered as he addressed Peyton, his desperation evident. "Dr. Walsh, what's going on with my granddaughter? Why is she acting like this?

"She continues to sleep incessantly, refusing to eat or drink. She also doesn't even seem to be showing any emotions or distress.

"All she wants to do is sleep. It's like she's lost all motivation, not even showing concern for her son."

Peyton approached them and suggested in a hushed tone, "It might be helpful to arrange for a psychiatrist for Ms. Hoffis. She appears to be experiencing symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. "The shock of her husband's sudden ordeal has been overwhelming for her. She's holding onto the belief that he'll return, but the harsh reality is beginning to take its toll.

"She's struggling to accept the truth, and it's pushing her to the brink."

Gary's expression was fraught with worry as he asked urgently, "What will become of her if my son never returns?"

"In medicine, providing a definitive

answer is challenging. Each case is

unique," Peyton explained. "In the worst-case scenario, her physical health may deteriorate gradually, potentially resulting in a state resembling a vegetative coma."

Zach's face paled with fear, tears welling up in his eyes as his weathered hands shook

uncontrollably. "No, Dr. Walsh, this can't be," he pleaded urgently. We must find a solution to save my granddaughter."

Florence's voice quivered with emotion as she begged, "Dr. Walsh, please, you have to help Wanda. She's still so young, and Jasper has just entered this world. He's barely learned to call for his parents We can't allow such a tragedy to unfold."

Peyton reassured them, saying, "Try not to worry too much. Right now, the plan is to have a psychiatrist come and assist her in fully regaining consciousness."