Cole froze, his phone in his grip, his face registering pure shock. Mila too, had her expression hardened, a surge of anxiety knotting her insides. Without exchanging a word, the three of them left the room, rushing to the lounge to find Cameron. "Cameron, has Fenna taken Nate?" Mila's voice quivered with urgency. Cameron's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he dialed Fenna's number. Seconds later, he lowered the phone with a pale expression and stuttered, "She's turned it off." In that instant, Cameron felt a dread deeper than anyone else. If Fenna had truly done something unethical, not only would she face legal consequences, but her life could also be at risk. No amount of influence could shield her from that. Taking a seat to steady herself, Mila asked after a moment of reflection, "Did you drive here?" Cameron nodded. "Yes. I drank, but Fenna didn't. I was counting on her to drive me home." "Where's your car?" Without a second thought, Cameron dashed o

Over and over, Fenna played out the same narrative, and Mila had reached her limit. Cameron led Fenna away with the police. Cole carried Nathan, while Mila and Phoebe guided him out of the motel. The night seemed destined for endless torment. Unable to take Nathan, who was deeply ensnared in a drug-induced slumber, home with her, Mila chose to stay at the hotel. Cole returned home with Phoebe. In the quiet stillness of the early morning, Mila tenderly wiped Nathan's feverish body, trying to cool his soaring temperature. Despite his drug-induced sleep, he appeared restless, as if the drug still held him in its grip. Mila pondered if easing some of his tension might offer him some relief. She undressed them both and leaned in to kiss Nathan softly, positioning herself above him. Just as she prepared to close the distance between them, Nathan's eyes snapped open. Taken aback, Mila pulled back, her voice trembling. "Nate, are you awake?" Frowning, Nathan stared at he

Fenna's voice trembled as she said, "I'm not sick." Nathan's tone hardened. "Then we're pressing charges." Cameron's frustration boiled over. "Fenna, how much longer will you keep this up? Nate is giving you a chance. Why are you still clinging to this? Refuse treatment, you'll end up in jail." Biting her lip and wiping away her tears, Fenna's eyes locked onto Nathan's with determination. "I have one question, and I need the truth." Nathan nodded. "Go ahead." After a brief pause, Fenna said, "Swear on your wife and son that you'll only speak the truth." Nathan complied, swearing on Mila and Jasper to tell the truth. Content, Fenna questioned, "If not for Chubs, would you have chosen to be with me?" Without missing a beat, Nathan responded, "Even without her, I wouldn't have any feelings for you. To be clear, even if you were the last woman on earth, I'd choose Cameron over you." Cameron recoiled, stepping back in shock and swallowing hard. Overwhelmed, Fenna's emo

Mila couldn't suppress a chuckle. Lillian seemed oblivious and vastly overestimating herself. With graceful poise, Mila replied, "Even the President himself wouldn't dare speak so recklessly. Yale hasn't even taken office, and you're already this arrogant. Who knows what will happen if the nation is under his leadership." Lillian, gritting her teeth, pointed at Mila, spitting out menacingly, "Wanda Hoffis, just you wait." Without a backward glance, she stormed off. Yale cast a heated gaze at Mila for a moment and flashed a gentle smile. With that, he followed Lillian out. Zach approached Mila, concern evident on his face. "Chubs, are you alright?" Returning to the moment, Mila took Zach's arm with a sigh, guiding him towards the house. "Grandpa, whatever the reason, never allow Yale and Lillian in again. There's no one in Norvania Nate can't offend. We must stand our ground."Zach smiled knowingly, proud as he responded, "Understood. With Nate supporting us from behind, we h

Layla fell silent, her face paling. After a moment, she calmly said, "Let's finalize the property division. I'm ready whenever." With that, she retreated upstairs with an icy expression. Duke slumped onto the sofa, hands covering his face as tears fell silently. …In a villa embraced by maple trees, Nathan and Mila knocked gently on the door. A maid opened it, greeting them warmly, "Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, good afternoon." Acknowledging with nods, they stepped inside. Daniel was in the midst of a workout on the treadmill. As they neared the gym, Mila greeted, "Hey, Daniel." Pausing the machine, Daniel turned. "Chubs?" With a smile, Mila responded, "Yes, it's me." As Daniel moved toward Mila, Nathan intervened, extending his hand. When their hands met, Daniel chuckled softly, "Nate, you're here too?" Nathan quipped, "You can tell by my hands?" With a smirk, Daniel replied, "Every time Chubs visits, she always grabs my hand. But you, you keep me from touching your