The Wrong Woman

"If Yale is in the clear, there's no reason for Nathan to feel anxious about his blood. But if there's a problem with Yale, Nathan would undoubtedly take swift action."

Cole's realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Mrs. Morrison, are you suggesting that General Morrison's true motive isn't to obtain Yale's blood for DNA analysis? Perhaps he's orchestrating this ruse to provoke Yale's suspicion, prompting the man to retaliate against him."

Mila nodded. "That's my theory."

"But why would General Morrison do that?" Cole asked.

Mila, too, struggled to understand Nathan's motive. Confusion clouded her mind.

Rubbing her temples, Mila thought for a moment before asking, "Cole, has Nate given you any unusual instructions recently or asked you to place anything in the car?"

Cole suddenly recalled and exclaimed, "Yes, he did. General Morrison tasked me with fetching a professional diving pump with oxygen from the arsenal a couple of days ago, along with a specialized hammer for breaking car windows."

A faint smile crept onto Mila's lips, dispelling the sadness and despair that had plagued her in recent days. Every worry she had morphed into a source of determination.

The weight that had burdened her heart lifted at last.

Tears welled in Mila's eyes as she retrieved her phone, rereading the last message Nathan had sent her: "Stay calm, wait for my return."

Mila bit her lip, a whirlwind of emotions raging within her. "When you come back, we need to have a serious conversation," she silently pledged. "Risking your life in such a dangerous plan without discussing it with me first-is that fair to Jasper and me if something goes wrong?"

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Cole asked, "Mrs. Morrison, what is General Morrison's plan exactly? Where is he?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Mila admitted. She didn't have a clear grasp of Nathan's intentions, but she knew they were all part of his calculated strategy.

what's our next

not assign anyone to track him under any circumstances. Simply regard him as inconsequential.

nodded in acknowledgment.

information to yourself. Don't discuss it

"Consider it done."

bathed in radiant sunshine, with vibrant

Phoebe, Mila

the hospital for

ventured to

essentials for

ran into Fenna and Lillian, whom they hadn't seen since the wedding reception a month

Fenna and Lillian were also shopping

approached Lillian to greet her, she was met

angrily exclaimed, "With Nate's life on the line and his whereabouts unknown, how can

shot back, "What other choice do I have? Should I spend every day at home grieving? Or should I dive into the river each day, searching for my possibly deceased husband?" Through gritted teeth, Fenna retorted,

sigh before remarking, "Ms. Hudson, your love runs deep, doesn't it?

expression twisted with anger. "A

Mila replied indifferently, "I

but Nathan

alive. My worthiness to

sole right to be buried beside

rage intensified

Jasper in tow, Mila turned to walk