The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1081

Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."

The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.

Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.

Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest."

"General Morrison, ..." Gregory's voice faltered in distress.

Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Milla, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory. Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formall. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."

Mila came closer and leaned against Nathan's side. She said softly. "Gregory, Carol, you can call me Wanda."

Carol's face turned red, not out of shyness but embarrassment.

The couple before her seemed young and incredibly good-looking. Despite their evident influence, they greeted others warmly, devoid of any airs of superiority.

Carol's initial speculations suddenly revealed her narrow-mindedness and ignorance.

Gregory quickly snapped her out of her reverie. "Carol, quickly get some chairs for our in-laws."

She regained her senses and responded, "Oh, sure..."

Mila sensed they were still tense and reserved. She quickly walked over to Carol, looping her arm through hers. "There's no need to be so formall. We've got this."

Carol tensed up again, barely daring to breathe too loudly. She fretted over the possibility of staining Mila's outfit. Mila was so elegant and beautiful, after all.

Carol pulled her hand back, managing an awkward smile while stammering. "I-I'll go get you some water."

"No need." Mila reassured Carol, gently holding her hand as she tried to pull away. Mila added warmly. "We're just here to see Gregory. We're sorry we had to cancel last time because of work."

Carol's throat tightened as she stuttered, "I-It's fine."This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Just then, Nathan approached Mila with two chairs.

"Thanks, Nate," Mila said appreciatively, offering a smile, then led Carol to a seat.

After bringing chairs for them, Nathan grabbed one for himself. The three of them sat beside the bed, all eyes on Gregory, who seemed uncomfortable under their gaze.

Gregory fidgeted with his cup and gulped. His gaze locked with Carol's, and the tension between them was palpable.

"Are your injuries serious?" Nathan asked.

Gregory quickly shook his head. "No, they're not."

Carol worried about causing inconvenience to her in-laws and quickly reassured them, "He's strong. He'll recover in a few days. You don't have to come to the hospital."

"It's fine. We came back mainly to visit you all, but we didn't expect this." Mila sighed.

Then, with a touch of indignation, she added, "No matter who the person is, whoever breaks the law and harms Gregory will face consequences."

Gregory and Carol couldn't shake off their anxiety. They had just argued because they were worried about causing issues for the Morrisons. Now, they were filled with apprehension.

Just then, Jasper and Imogen entered together, saying in unison, "Hi, Mom, Dad."

All four people in the ward turned toward Jasper and Imogen simultaneously and responded at the same time.

Nathan and Mila hummed in acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol asked, "Wait, didn't we tell you to go home and rest? Why are you back?"

Mila patted Carol's arm gently, explaining in a soft tone, "We asked them to join us."

"Oh," Carol responded.

Her heart was beating like crazy. She had never encountered anyone as striking as Mila in her daily life, especially someone who was also a globally renowned researcher.

What struck Carol unusual was that someone of such prominence should have been aloof. Yet, Mila wasn't just approachable and hospitable. She was also remarkably warm, often reaching out to touch Carol.

As time passed, Carol's initial reservations melted away. It felt as though they had been friends for years, with no trace of unfamiliarity between them.