The Wrong Woman

Chapter 378

Nathan couldn’t bear to witness Mila’s anguish. He enveloped her in a tight embrace, murmuring soothing words into her ear, “Chubs, gather your strength.”

Mila clung to Nathan’s chest, her sobs heavy with grief. “Nate, that monster took my parents from me.”

Nathan leaned in close, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear. “Stay strong. You must seek justice for them.”

Mila nodded through her tears in determination. “Fine.”

“Are you ready?” Nathan delicately cradled the back of Mila’s head, drawing her close to his chest, their closeness puzzling onlookers.

Once more, Milanodded. In a swift motion, Nathan plucked the hairpin from Mila’s hair and aimed a shot at Silas, who was lying on the bed.

The muffled sound of the gunshot barely registered. Before anyone could comprehend the events unfolding, a crimson dot appeared on the forehead of the elderly man on the bed.

Silas froze, his eyes wide open, his body rigid and unresponsive.

As Murray grasped the gravity of the situation, he moved to raise his gun, only to find Nathan aiming the hairpin squarely at his forehead.

Nathan and Mila, guns at the

pleaded,

disarmed Murray and passed the weapon to

wiping away her tears, and trained it on the opposite side

Manning,” a nearby gunman demanded, “or we’ll end both of

box containing the

the others, she warned, “I’ll use him as a meat shield if

lips as

concealed within Mila’s hair like a simple hairpin. No one could have guessed

anxiety as he asked, “How did you manage to get it in?”

asked softly, “Are you familiar with Mila?”

extensively. Of

from her work as a chemist,

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guesses?”

his throat constricted as he replied slowly, “Yes, a system

glanced at the others in the room. “Arrange for a speedboat for us if