The Wrong Woman
Chapter 524

At this moment, Nathan realized that he hardly understood Mila's intricate and sensitive thoughts.

After all, they had been apart for many years, and their time together had been scarce.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh, feeling a weight in his chest as he remained uncertain of how to respondto Daniel's question.

Just then, the doctor and nurse exited the ward.

As Nathan turned to enter, the doctor intervened, explaining, "I'm sorry, but the patient needs amplerest. She requested that only the maternity nurse remain, while the other family members should returnhome."

Nathan's expression darkened. "But I'm her husband. I should be allowed to stay and assist thematernity nurse in taking care of her."

Florence promptly added, "Yes, yes, let my son stay too. It's safer for her to have family around."

The doctor observed Nathan closely, examining him from head to toe. "She specifically asked you tohandle your own affairs and avoid disturbing her rest."

Everyone present was stunned, their gazes fixed on Nathan in disbelief.

Nathan's mood plummeted instantly, and he gazed sadly at the closed door of the hospital room.

After delivering his instructions, the doctor promptly departed.

Nathan remained rooted in place as Gary, Florence, and Wendy converged around him, eagerlyanticipating an explanation.

Nonetheless, Nathan struggled to replace the right words. He didn't want to burden his family with worriesabout his relationship with Mila, believing it was best for them to stay out of their personal affairs asmuch as possible.

Without saying a word, Nathan turned and walked away.

"Nate, are you seriously leaving?" Florence exclaimed. "Chubs was just venting. Did you really take itso personally? You're "

Just then, Daniel stepped in, reassuring Florence, "Mom, the maternity nurse is taking good care ofChubs. You don't need to worry." Florence persisted, "Dan, what's really going on between Nathan andChubs?"

"I honestly don't know," Daniel replied, sweeping his cane along the path before turning away.

Gary furrowed his brow, letting out a sigh as he guided Florence by the arm. "Let's head out." With that,the entire family left the scene.

Exiting the maternity ward, Nathan dialed Cole's number. "Where can I replace Phoebe's room?"

Cole promptly provided the room number.

Two minutes later, Nathan arrived outside Phoebe's ward.

The door was ajar. Inside, the hospital room was adorned with an assortment of fruits, pastries, and alarge bouquet of flowers.

Cole sat beside Phoebe's bed, carefully peeling an apple for her.

Phoebe playfully quipped with a smile, "Are you thinking of opening a fruit stall here with such a varietyof fruits?"

Cole glanced at the fruit box on the

bou

nearby coffee table, which held kiwis, apples, strawberries, citrus fruits, bananas, grapes, pears, andtwo large watermelons.

even

Each type was neatly arranged in its own box, creating a colorful and striking display.

Cole chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I wasn't sure which fruits you liked, so I got a variety. I couldn't carrymore, but if I could—"

Before Cole could finish, Phoebe playfully interrupted, "If you could carry more, would you want to turnmy hospital room into a fruit market?"

With a sheepish smile, Cole lowered his head and continued peeling the apple.

Meanwhile, Phoebe's eyes were drawn to the vase of fresh flowers, admiring their pink hues blendingharmoniously as they blossomed.

She smiled appreciatively and

commented, "You have a talent for choosing flowers. These Elsa roses are stunning. Unlike Mr.Morrison, who always sends Mila plain chrysanthemums."

Cole looked confused. "But doesn't Mrs. Morrison like chrysanthemums?"

Handing Phoebe the peeled apple, Cole asked, "What's the misunderstanding?"

After a brief moment of

contemplation, Phoebe chuckled

and recounted, "Mila once confided in me that while she was still grappling with amnesia, she

resorted to selling flowers onthe

streets just to get by.

"Assuming he meant the imposter, Mila jokingly suggested chrysanthemums. Little did she know, Mr.Morrison had intended those flowers for her all along."

Cole's expression turned serious. "Why didn't Mrs. Morrison share this with General Morrison?"