The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 269

The doctor and nurses swarmed into the room and rushed toward Mila's bed. Nathan was squeezed out as they hurriedly performed check-ups on her.

They checked her eyes, her blood pressure, and her electrocardiogram. They also tested her motor reflexes and asked about various symptoms.

Mila answered all their questions seriously, letting them know where she felt unwell.

After a series of checks, she realized that Nathan was no longer in the room. She glanced around as the doctors left the room, leaving the nurses behind to take care of her.

The voices of Nathan and the doctor rang out from the door. "The patient appears to be doing better. Her bodily functions are quite good too.

"Although there was blunt trauma to the head, she seems to be thinking clearly. There shouldn't be any complications post-recovery."

"She seems to have regained her memories, is this normal?" Nathan asked.

The doctor looked glad.

"It's possible that the external impact shifted some of the nerves, thus repairing the man-made damage that was previously present. It's a good thing she regained her memories, let's continue observing her for a bit."

"Alright, thank you," Nathan responded.

After the doctor left, Nathan sat on the chair by the wall and gradually shut his eyes. He collected his thoughts while he leaned against the backrest.

Naturally, he was happy that Mila was awake. He was inexplicably overjoyed.

However, after she'd gotten her memories back, would she still be the same woman who said she liked him and wanted to marry him?

After a while, the last nurse in the room left. Only then did he slowly stand up and walk back into the room.

He shut the door behind him and looked toward Mila who was on the bed.

Mila was sitting upright on the bed, leaning against a huge pillow. There was a light flush of color on her face. Her eyes were clear and bright as they looked calmly into his.

Her gaze was gentle yet distant. They were no longer timid or insecure and now looked more confident and calm.

Her voice was weak and laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, Nate."

Nathan's fist slowly tightened. That was the last thing he wanted to hear from her. Anything was better than an apology.

No matter when an apology could only mean one thing—She was about to do something that made her feel sorry for him.

She lowered her head and continued, "To be honest, I really didn't know that you've liked me since we were little. I only treated you as the boy next door, that's why I didn't contact you for ten years. That was my opinion."

With a bitter smile on his face, he stayed quiet.

He'd guessed earlier on and mentally prepared himself for this answer. However, he didn't expect it to still hurt him when she actually said it.

He leaned back against the backrest of the chair. His hands were on his thighs. His face was grim, and his voice was solemn yet gentle as he asked, "Do you still remember everything that has happened in the last three years?"

Mila nodded.