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Chapter 471

Nathan walked forward with the phone in his hand. He commanded, “Don’t follow me.”
Fenna ignored him and continued to chase after him. She asked, “What’s going on? Why are you so
anxious? Why are you looking for Phoebe?”
Nathan turned back. He angrily said in a low voice, “Stop following me!” Fenna frowned. She looked
unhappy as she said, “Nate, I’m worried about you.”
Nathan pointed at Cole, and said, “Take her away.”
Cole immediately stepped forward then pulled Fenna back by her arm. Fenna struggled as she
scolded, “What are you doing? Can’t you see Nate is in a hurry? Something must have happened, I
want to help him solve it!”
Cole resigned and said, “Fenna, he’s your superior now, not your friend. Don’t meddle in his personal
matters.”
Fenna furrowed her brow as she looked at Nathan who was making a call. She nervously asked,
“Personal matters?”
Cole continued, “He’s looking for Phoebe, so it must be personal matters. Is there any official business
he would look for her for?” Fenna responded, “Then I should help him even more.”
Cole furrowed his brow. His grip on her arm tightened as he said, “Fenna, don’t… Please calm down.
“I know you’re worried about General Morrison, and I know you like him a lot. But some things really
can’t be rushed.”
Fenna was furious as she gritted her teeth. She pointed at Nathan and said, “It must be about Wanda
again if he’s looking for Phoebe! That woman has been gone for half a year, yet still haunting him. Why
is she always clinging to him?”
Cole fell silent. He resigned when he looked at the infatuated and stubborn Fenna.
He sighed, “If General Morrison and Fenna were in love, he would be very happy. After all, with such a
woman who loved him so much by his side, life would be very comfortable.”
As the call was connecting, Nathan was very anxious as if his heart was burned with fire.
Soon, Phoebe answered the phone, “What’s up? I’m driving, couldn’t you send me a voice message?”
Nathan frowned. He said in a serious tone, “It’s me, Nathan.”
Phoebe panicked instantly. She replied, “Oh… I’m sorry, Mr. Morrison. I thought it was Cole, I-l—”
Nathan coldly said, “Focus on driving, pass the phone to Chubs. I have something to tell her.”
“Okay… Mila, here, it’s General Morrison.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Nathan’s heart tightened again.
Then, a soft and familiar voice came through, “General Morrison, how may I help you?”
The phrase “General Morrison” from Mila extinguished all the myriad thoughts and emotions he wanted
to express. It rendered him unable to speak a single word.
He just wanted to ask her if the words she once said still counted.
But now, there was no need to ask, and no need to answer.
Her attitude sait it all.
He didn’t want to hear “they don’t count” again.
Nathan suppressed his emotions and said softly, “Let’s meet.”
Mila replied, “We’ll meet at the military base tomorrow.”
Nathan remained calm and continued, “I mean privately, just you and me. Let’s talk in private.”
Mila remained composed. She said, “I don’t think it’s necessary.” Nathan looked up at the snow-
covered branches. He felt colder inside than the harsh weather.
Nathan smiled bitterly as he said, “You’ve changed a lot.”
Mila retorted, “You’ve changed a lot too.”