The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 526

Upon seeing Phoebe's reaction, Cole was puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Phoebe huffed again, expressing her displeasure. "Don't mention that woman in front of me. She's nothing but bad luck, and she makes me sick."

Cole approached Phoebe, his tone serious. "Do you hate Fenna?"

Given Fenna's attempts to sabotage Mila's marriage and steal Nathan, it was only natural for Phoebe to harbor such intense hatred toward Fenna.

Phoebe nodded firmly. "Yes, I hate her. I really hate her."

With a hint of nervousness, Cole added, "I can't stand her either, Phoebe."

A slight smile played on Phoebe's lips in response.

Observing Phoebe's childish reaction and Cole's wavering stance, Nathan couldn't help but wonder if Cole genuinely detested Fenna or if he was simply trying to gain Phoebe's favor.

Cole's reassurances eased some of Phoebe's tension. She turned to Nathan, her expression filled with confusion. "Mr. Morrison, who do you think is trying to kill Mila?"

In response, Nathan posed a counter question, "If something were to happen to her, who stands to gain the most?"

Phoebe responded without hesitation, "It must be that woman, the one who brings bad luck and makes me sick!"

Cole's eyes widened in shock. "Are you saying Fenna is plotting to murder Mrs. Morrison?"

Phoebe nodded solemnly.

Cole shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "That's impossible. Regardless of Fenna's feelings for General Morrison, I can't imagine her resorting to hiring someone to kill another person."

Phoebe's face clouded with anger as she forcefully tossed the apple into the trash. Rising abruptly from her bed, she demanded, "Leave."

Caught off guard by Phoebe's sudden outburst, Cole panicked, unsure of what to do next. "Phoebe, I only meant—"

"I don't want to hear it. Get out," Phoebe reiterated firmly. She grabbed the flowers from the vase and thrust them into Cole's arms, pushing him away with one hand. "All of you, just leave..."

Nathan and Cole found themselves promptly ushered out of the room as Phoebe slammed the door shut behind them.

Cole tightly gripped the flowers, a blend of embarrassment and helplessness washing over him. Though he wished to return and comfort Phoebe, being in Nathan's presence made him hesitate.

It felt awkward to grovel before a woman in front of Nathan, especially considering Cole's typically serious and composed demeanor.

Breaking the tense silence, Cole let out an awkward chuckle. "Phoebe's mood swings are quite unpredictable. She can go from calm to furious in an instant. Honestly, I'm at a loss for words."