The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278 

Nathan remained silent for a moment before humming in response. 

Mila lowered her gaze, her fingers gently stroking the teddy bear in her arms as she murmured, “I’ve transferred 600 thousand dollars to 

your account.” 

Nathan’s response was another quiet, noncommittal hum. His 

composed and indifferent demeanor sent a wave of panic through Mila’s chest. 

Despite her desire to maintain distance and avoid any contact with him, she found herself torn and overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, the turmoil almost driving her to the brink of madness. 

She missed him dearly, desperately longing to see him again. Feeling at a loss for words, Mila simply said, “Never mind, goodbye.” 

Before she could say anything more, Nathan abruptly ended the call. 

Mila gazed at her phone screen, tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably. 

Across from her, Phoebe sat munching on potato chips, her gaze filled with confusion as she observed Mila’s unexpected emotional outburst. 

Phoebe asked helplessly, “Mila, what did he say to you? Why are you crying?” 

Mila hastily set her phone aside and wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. “I’m not crying. It’s just my tear glands acting up again. They seem to have a mind of their own.” 

“And what exactly set off this sudden burst of tear activity?” 

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Mila pouted, feeling aggrieved. “He didn’t utter a single word, merely responding with a couple of hmms.” 

Phoebe couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, sighing in amusement. 

“You never fail to amaze me, Mila. You shed tears at the slightest provocation-be it nightmares, fatigue, unsuccessful experiments, disappointing takeout, or even a scolding from the driving instructor. 

“Now it’s getting even more absurd. A few indifferent noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need surgery to fix those tear ducts of yours?” 

Taking a deep breath, Mila sank onto the sofa, shutting her eyes tightly to hold back the tears. 

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “You know, I used to cry even more when I was a child. I was quite the little drama queen, always seeking attention and comfort.” 

Phoebe, still engrossed in her potato chips, replied coolly, “It’s no surprise. Coming from a wealthy background, you were likely 

pampered and sheltered. Without facing real hardships, even minor grievances could bring you to tears.” 

Reflecting on her past, Mila couldn’t help but smile. “I used to a being coddled by Nate. Whenever I acted out or shed a tear, he’d ru to my side, completely flustered and unsure how to handle it. And whenever I tried to be playful or flirtatious with him, he…” 

Phoebe leaned in with curiosity. “What did he do then?” 

Mila’s smile slowly faded as she turned and settled into the sofa, burying her face without uttering a single word. The floodgates of her emotions reopened, and tears streamed down her cheeks once more. 

What were once cherished memories now felt unbearably bitter. 

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She was once the darling of the family, showered with affection by her parents and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates adored her, and her teachers favored her. She was even held in high regard by the neighbors in her community. 

When Nathan showed her special affection from a young age, she initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the time, she couldn’t quite discern the true nature of their feelings. 

Suddenly, the phone rang. 

Mila anxiously turned toward it, expecting it to be her phone, only to find Phoebe answering it instead. 

As Phoebe listened to the call, she turned to Mila, a seriousness creeping into her gaze. 

“Okay, got it,” Phoebe said, ending the call. 

Her demeanor was tense as she spoke, “Mila, your grandfather is critically ill.” 

Mila’s expression darkened, her concern evident. “But he seemed perfectly healthy when I last saw him. How did he suddenly become so ill?”