The Wrong Woman

Chapter 441

Lucas drew a deep breath, quelling his rage as he stowed away Mila’s gun, muttering curses under his breath directed at Oliver. “This lovestruck fool is indeed a failure. We’ve witnessed the might of this gun before, yet he let her bring it in. Piece of shit.”

With that, Lucas pivoted and strode away, his voice firm as he issued commands. “Clean up these bodies and lock these women up separately.”

“Anyone who dares to lay a hand on them will lose his dick,” Lucas thundered. “Do you, understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Vega,” his subordinates chorused in response.

Without delay, the burly men escorted Mila out of the room.

As Lucas‘ figure receded, Mila desperately cried out, her voice echoing through the corridor. “Please, get a doctor for Phoebe. She’s suffering from internal injuries. Please, get help for her.”

Ignoring her pleas, Lucas continued on his way, his steps resolute.

Separated from Phoebe once more, Mila persisted in banging on the door as she was confined to her room, her voice pleading. “Can’t you hear me? Get a doctor for Phoebe, and get her some medication. I’m begging you.”

smile gracing her lips. Her soft voice trembled with emotion. “Mila, I’m alright.”

Night descended.

exhaustion, tossed and turned in bed, unable to find rest.

of thunder pierced the

covering her ears and curling

even after reclaiming her memories. The day her parents were attacked, it was raining, the

thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed outside, accompanied by pouring rain. Mila

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she curled her legs beneath the blanket.

seemed like an eternity, the thunder rumbled to a halt, and the

the door, barely audible but distinct in Mila’s

impenetrable. darkness. Perhaps it was the storm that wreaked

outside deepened her unease. The power outage alone was unsettling, but the eerie silence that enveloped

threw off the blankets and slipped out of bed, navigating the darkness toward the door with cautious

the door and

door from the other side, causing