บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Woman: บทที่ 441 - บทที่ 450

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

"Cole, get her to the hospital immediately," Nathan commanded. Without hesitation, Cole swiftly responded, lifting Phoebe and bolting outside. Mila trailed closely behind. Just as she reached the doorway, her steps faltered, and she turned back to Nathan. Her voice tense with urgency as she instructed, "Daniel and the others are still trapped in other rooms. You have to rescue them." Nathan's gaze darkened as he silently nodded in acknowledgment, a sharp pang of pain gripping his heart. With her plea delivered, Mila's mind couldn't entertain any other thoughts as she hurriedly chased after Cole's retreating form. Nathan emerged from the room. Leaning against the railing, he observed the scene below with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the criminals bound in the center of the living room. Meanwhile, in the other rooms, forensic experts continued their search for explosives.Descending the stairs, Nathan was met with the sight of Sienna wheeling o

Mila turned toward him, her voice laden with curiosity. "What about the love of family? Shouldn't that be valued too?" Simon lapsed into silence. "I'm passionate about my career, but I also hold love for my homeland, my family, and him," Mila affirmed. "I changed my nationality to access greater research opportunities and knowledge, but in doing so, I sacrificed the relationships I cherished," Mila sighed, her tone heavy with sorrow. "Was my choice truly the right one?" Simon met Mila's gaze. Her melancholic expression and teary eyes stirred something within him. Suddenly, he spoke up, "Mila, there might still be a way for you to return." Mila was taken aback, her eyes nervously locked onto his. Simon reached out, drawing her closer. "Listen closely." Mila leaned in without hesitation. With a hand cupping her ear, Simon whispered a series of words.Mila blinked, her eyes lighting up with newfound hope. After hearing Simon's words, she beamed with gratitude. "Thank you,

Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Am I not welcome?" Nathan replied, "You know that's not what I mean." Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. "I wanted to see you." Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him. Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing? Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart. Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him. After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. "Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings." Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.As Nathan waited for her response, Mila

"What about you?" Nathan asked. "My kindness toward you once brought me ten years of lovesickness. Do you think I'm more resilient now that I should enjoy a taste of sweetness only to endure a lifetime of agony?" Hearing his words, Mila lowered her head slowly. She bit her lip in a futile attempt to hold back her tears. She wished she could erase her memories, to return to being just Suzanne, the woman whose heart and gaze belonged solely to Nathan, the woman who only dreamed of being his wife. She longed for a simpler life, free from the burdens of duty, where her heart could be filled with pure love, and to live a simple life with Nathan. But the reality was harsh. Nathan had his responsibilities, and she had hers. With tears tracing her cheeks, Mila silently brushed past Nathan and left Sudvilla. In less than half a minute, Nathan grew anxious. He rushed outside, his steps purposeful. He glimpsed Mila walking along the avenue in the front yard. Catching up to her swiftly