Chapter 607
Phoebe carried Jasper away, leaving Mila to confront Lillian alone.
Turning back to face Lillian, Mila forced a strained smile. She reached for her phone and opened her call history.
Placing her phone in front of Lillian, Mila spoke calmly, “Your husband began harassing me right after your wedding. Take a good look at the calls he made to me in the past month. Do you recognize this number?”
Lillian’s expression darkened as she extended her hand toward Mila’s phone.
With a swift motion, Mila moved it out of reach, her tone turning icy. “Ms. Kimmel, perhaps you should advise your husband to cease his harassment toward me.
“I am not acquainted with him, nor do I desire friendship with him. Please ensure he behaves appropriately. If he fails to do so, I will not hesitate to take legal action against him for harassment.”
Lillian visibly shook with anger, her grip tight on her abdomen. Her breaths came in rapid, uneven gasps, betraying the depth of her emotional turmoil.
Observing Lillian’s protective gesture, Mila became even more convinced of her pregnancy.
As a mother herself, Mila didn’t want to escalate the conflict. She softened her tone and calmly expressed, “I urge both of you to maintain some decorum moving forward.
“My husband and I have known each other since childhood, and his affection for me spans decades. I was touched by his genuine affection. There was never any question of either of us seducing the other.”
Turning her attention to Fenna, Mila’s gaze hardened. “Ms. Hudson, your constant remarks about my suitability for Nathan are unwarranted. There’s no such thing as a perfect match in this world. As long as he loves me, that’s all that matters. His feelings and preferences are not for you to judge.”
Fenna’s expression darkened as she faced Mila’s retort, her indignation driving her to retaliate. “You-”
But before Fenna could complete her sentence, Mila cut her off. “Don’t try to act tough. You seem to think you’re the only one worthy of Nathan’s affection.
“But even if you were an angel, Nathan wouldn’t spare you a second glance. What’s the point of seeking his affection only to risk alienating him?”
Fenna was furious, rendered speechless by Mila’s words.
Concerned for her unborn child and realizing the futility of their argument, Lillian swiftly intervened, pulling Fenna away. “Fenna, let’s leave. There’s no need to engage with a shrew like her.”
Mila rarely emerged triumphant from verbal confrontations but today proved to be an exception.
Her ability to unnerve Fenna stemmed from the unwavering love Nathan had shown her, empowering her with the courage to speak her mind.
In that instant, a surge of emotion engulfed Mila.
It had been a month since Nathan’s disappearance. Despite this, her longing for him intensified with each passing day.
Where could he be?
Was he safe?
…
In the well-lit and orderly neurology ward, Nathan underwent his thirtieth EEG session.
This medical procedure was carried out daily, consistently producing the same jumbled data.
After the tests concluded, the doctor
placed a stack of photographs in
front of Nathan. He instructed
elne
Nathan to examine the photos before proceeding with another EEG.
“Who is she?” the doctor inquired.
“I don’t know,” Nathan replied.
Pointing to another photograph, the doctor asked, “And her?”
“I have no idea.”
“What about him?”
“I don’t recognize him.”
The doctor continued, “What’s your name?”
“I’ve forgotten.”
“What is your occupation?”
“I can’t recall.”
“Very well, that concludes today’s examination,” the doctor stated.
With that, Nathan left the observation room and sought solace outside the hospital, basking in the warmth of the sunlight with his eyes closed. After a brief respite, he wandered the surroundings, spending time in the nearby park before eventually returning to the hospital for lunch.
For a month, Nathan had been confined to the hospital, struggling with his erratic EEG readings and total amnesia. These were the conclusions drawn by the hospital during this period.
Though the hospital didn’t restrict Nathan’s movements, they neglected to inform his family about his condition.
Meanwhile, in the hospital director’s office, a mysterious phone call interrupted the day’s proceedings.
“Any developments?”
“None at all. He’s still dealing with amnesia,” the director replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Without a doubt.”
“Fantastic, it seems I’ve gained
another bargaining chip. Tonight et
someone will be sent to fetch
Please ensure utmost secrecy in the arrangement.”
“Consider it done,” the director affirmed before ending the call.
Later that night, a nurse arrived to administer Nathan’s medication. After taking it, he drifted into a deep slumber.
Upon waking, Nathan found himself staring at the sterile white ceiling, his head pounding from the effects of the medication. Struggling to sit up, he surveyed the room.