Cole let out a sigh and said, "If there''s anything that bothers you in the future or anything you dislike,


    just tell me directly. And if there''s something you like or want, please inform me as well."


    Phoebe paused, feeling a bit nervous as she swallowed her apple. Her heart started to beat a little


    faster as she stammered, "Wh-why should I do that?"


    Cole exined in a sincere and gentle tone, "Men''s thoughts are typically straightforward, and we can''t


    always grasp all the nuances of women''s feelings.


    "Those who attempt to decipher every detail of a woman''s mind may appear to be love experts, but


    more often than not, they''re simply yers."


    Phoebe blushed, a blend of nerves and curiosity bubbling within her. "Why should I share what I want


    with you?"


    "Because if you do, I can fulfill your wishes," Cole exined anxiously.


    Phoebe''s nervousness intensified, prompting her to ask once more, "But why do you want to do that for


    me?"


    Cole hesitated, his gaze intensifying as he struggled to articte his feelings. "Be-because... I..."


    The words "I like you" stayed lodged in Cole''s throat, impossible to voice. His cheeks flushed red with


    embarrassment, apprehensive of the potential for rejection.


    Cole found himself in uncharted territory. He had never felt this way about anyone before, never


    pursued a woman, andcked experience in handling such emotions.


    Nervously, Cole rose to his feet, his eyes darting around the room as he wrestled with his inner turmoil.


    Unbeknownst to Cole, Phoebe eagerly awaited his words, hoping for a deration of his feelings.


    Despite her anticipation, Cole struggled to muster the courage to speak up. Instead, his focus shifted to


    Nathan, who stood lost in thought outside the door, leaning against the opposite wall.


    "Isn''t that General Morrison?" Cole remarked as he stood and headed toward the door.


    ncing outside, Phoebe indeed spotted Nathan leaning against the wall.


    Cole stepped out and approached Nathan. "General Morrison, you''re here too. Why don''t youe


    in?"


    Nathan lifted his gaze, offering a faint smile. "I''ll join you once you''re done confessing your feelings."


    Cole awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling his ears flush with embarrassment. "I-I


    haven''t... confessed anything."


    Wearing a gentle smile, Nathan stepped into the ward.


    Though she harbored some resentment toward Nathan, Phoebe greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr.


    Morrison."


    Nathan walked over to the foot of the bed and rested his hands on the railings. "How are you holding


    up? Did you sustain any major injuries?"


    Phoebe responded calmly, "Thankfully, I didn''t injure any vital organs, so it''s not too serious."


    Nathan''s expression grew serious. "Please, tell me about what transpired that night."


    Phoebe proceeded to narrate the events of that evening to Nathan.


    Cole listened intently, his expression filled with concern as he focused on Phoebe.


    Meanwhile, Nathan absorbed the details, lost in contemtion.


    Intrigued, Phoebe inquired, "Mr. Morrison, could Oliver be the one targeting M?"


    Nathan''s response was firm and decisive, "No, it''s highly unlikely. Oliver is the least probable suspect."


    Perplexed, Connor interjected, "But why is he considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even


    orchestrated the bombing that killed Madam Hoffis. What wouldn''t he be capable of?"


    Phoebe nodded in agreement, echoing Cole''s sentiment, "I agree with Cole. It must be Oliver."


    Nathan analyzed the situation with


    rational perspective, stating,


    "Although Oliver''s murder of Madam Hoffis may seem like a


    l.ne


    demonstration of power against M it''s more likely motivated by


    personal resentment. Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Phoebe and Cole exchanged a surprised nce, taken aback by the unexpected revtion.


    Nathan sighed softly, adding, "If


    Oliver had intended to kill M, he had countless opportunities to do so in the past. However, he never


    once considered taking her life. On the contrary, he has repeatedly stepped in to rescue her."


    "It seems like he also cares deeply for M," Nathan continued, his voice tinged with sadness as he


    emphasized the word "also".


    Phoebe''s inquiry cut through the tension. "Then who could it be?"


    Nathan expressed his frustration with a sigh, running his fingers


    through his short hair. "Considering Fenna''s sudden abduction and her


    effort to signal her where to


    me, it''s evident that it was a diversionary tactic; their actual target is M."


    Phoebe let out a disdainful snort, casting a contemptuous nce at the ceiling before arrogantly biting


    into her apple.