She''s not treating Nathan well?


    M was left speechless.


    For Nathan, she had risked exposing her true identity and ventured into the Nightshade headquarters


    to save him.


    She also forsook her homnd and her career in science, sacrificing her nationality in Suntend to


    return to Norvania and start anew.


    She had entrusted Nathan with her most precious assets-her life and her career-carrying his child


    within her. Yet, was all this not sufficient? Must she also serve him like a maid to be deemed worthy?


    M felt a disconnect between herself and Fenna. She couldn''t understand Fenna''s mindset, just as


    Fenna couldn''t grasp hers.


    Unable to drive Fenna away, M felt annoyed watching her wandering around the room. With a swift


    motion, she tossed aside the covers, slipped into her coat, shoes, and socks, and grabbed her phone,


    readying herself to leave.


    But as she took her first few steps, Fenna''s voice echoed from behind, "Why don''t you even bother to


    straighten the sheets and covers after getting up? Are you always this sloppy?"


    M paused in her tracks, her hands caressing her taunt and aching belly, focusing on steadying her


    breath. If this tension continued, Fenna''s provocation might trigger a miscarriage.


    Facing away from Fenna, M replied calmly, "Making the bed is Nate''s job. If he''s not here, Phoebe


    will do it. If neither Nate nor Phoebe are here, then it''s your turn.


    "After all, your job is to serve. If I do your duty, how can you prove your worth?"


    Fenna''s face paled, her teeth clenched with fury as she roared, "What do you mean by that?"


    "You heard me," M retorted sharply as she purposefully strode away.


    Nathan was engaged in a mission. M had no intention of distracting him with the discord between


    herself and Fenna.


    Hence, she remained silent on the matter. She knew that even if she told him, Nathan wouldn''t


    reassign Fenna. It would only add to his troubles.


    A few dayster, M learned from Phoebe that Fenna had wrapped up the group''s affairs and returned


    to Phoenicia, assisting Nathan with his work.


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    Phoebe and Cole hadn''t officially started dating, yet they called and texted endlessly every day, caught


    amid an ambiguous flirting phase.


    Right after finishing a call with Cole


    Phoebe came over and leaned on M''s desk. M asked her if they were dating, and Phoebe denied it


    decisively.


    With their fervent phone conversations, stretching on for hours with no shortage of topics, M couldn''t


    help but ask, "Isn''t Cole busy?" Phoebe chuckled. "He is, but he managed to chat with me on his


    Bluetooth headset."


    Then, she asked M, "Doesn''t Mr. Morrison call you?"


    M showed Phoebe the chat history with Nathan on her phone.


    Phoebe was taken aback and sighed with a smile. "You''re still the same, M. I can''t help but feel sorry


    for him."


    M nced at the screen, a faint smile gracing her lips. Then, she set down her phone to focus on the


    data sheets in front of her.


    Her chat history was flooded with


    Nathan''s calls, voice messages, and texts. However, her responses were brief, almost dismissive. Her


    demeanor was distant and aloof,


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    prompting one to question her true


    feelings for Nathan.


    M''s lips curved into a slight smile, her gaze still fixed on the data sheets. "Of course I do."


    M replied casually, "Can constant chatting truly ease the sense of longing?"


    M''s gaze shifted meaningfully toward Phoebe, who nervously rified, "It''s not about Cole. I was


    talking about you and General Morrison."