The Wrong Woman



Chapter 971

'Tristan, did you just say I'm being unreasonable?" Michaela shouted furiously.

The line went dead from the other end.

Michaela, still seething, hurled her phone across the room, shattering it. Yet, even this violent act couldn't quell her anger.

She fell deeply disrespected by both Elio and Tristan. Now, even Mila and Jasper had kept her in the dark. The thought that everyone closest to her was drifting away because of Candice's marriage filled her with profound disappointment.

Picking up the two shattered phones, Josie approached and sat beside Michaela, gently consoling her, "Mrs. Hoffis, don't be upset. You must take care of your health. We can address Leo's marriage gradually."

*Josie, do you have any suggestions?" Michaela asked, her voice edged with desperation. Josie shook her head, looking equally frustrated.

Just then, Mila walked briskly into the room, her voice calm and soothing. "Nothing will work." Hearing her voice, both women turned to look at Mila.

She entered gracefully with a lunchbox in her hand, her smile gentle. "Don't waste your effort. Elio has already signed over half his assets to Candice. If they divorce, the family business will be affected.'

Michaela who was always protective of power and assets, erupted, "Who let him do that? He had lost his mind!"

Although bedridden, her domineering presence was palpable, trembling with rage.

Mila was now less concerned about Michaela's outburst. In fact, she was more worried that Josie would continue to stir trouble.

Setting down the lunchbox, Mila faced Josie with a sweet yet barbed smile. "Ms. Hudson, I'm impressed by your persistence. But now that Elio and Candice are married, I hope you'll value yourself and maintain your dignity. Don't harbor any more illusions about Elio."

Josie hurriedly explained, "Mrs. Morrison, you've misunderstood. Elio and I..."

Mila laughed coldly, "You know it best whether I misunderstand or not. Spare me the fake explanations."

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Mila's expression remained stem. "Ms. Hudson, it's my duty as a daughter to take care of my mother. With me around, you don't need to visit as often.

*Please inform Ms. Fenna Hudson that I don't wish to see her. Tell her to stay away and don't ruin my mood whenever I'm in the hospital.

Michaela scowled, "Chubs, that's too much."

Josie's face darkened, deeply embarrassed.

Mila snapped, "They had the nerve to drug Ello with an aphrodisiac! if that's not disgusting. what is? Don't you think being with such people tarnishes your values?

Michaela was stunned, a wave of anger surging to her chest. She never expected Mila to speak to her like this. 'How dare you talk to me like this? Do you still see me your mother?"

Mila tapped the lunchbox and said, "Here's some soup and food, though it probably won't taste as good as Fenna's cooking.

'Enjoy your meal. I won't be joining."

Michaela clutched her chest in pain, shouting, 'Chubs, you're driving me up the wall!

Mila walked toward the door and suddenly paused. Without turning around, she remarked, "If you don't want to end up old and alone, with children who resent you and a husband who doesn't care about you, you should probably reassess your position.

"Think carefully about what you should and shouldn't be doing.

With that, she walked out of the ward.