The Wrong Woman

Chapter 242

“It’s a toxic nation, nurtured by the government’s support for opium growth. Now it’s the primary source of almost all the world’s

narcotics. And as its neighbor, we bear the full brunt of this drug

Scourge.

“Remember the 18 border guards forcibly dosed with drugs? They’re now trapped in a daily struggle, living in agony. In Norvania, we’ve got 20 million addicts, and that number keeps skyrocketing by the day!

“Despite the sacrifices of our anti-drug forces, we can’t seem to stop the relentless flow of drugs into our country.”

Donald sank into his seat heavily, his hand pressed to his forehead. His voice was thick with grief and frustration as he said, “What’s the use in wiping out just one drug den with a missile?

“It’s barely scratching the surface with Muzat. The heart of the

problem remains completely untouched.”

Nathan closed his eyes in sorrow and took a deep breath.

Donald’s tone softened a fraction. “I know you’re not one to act

rashly. Tell me, what drove you to this?”

face with his hands, taking a deep breath before meeting Donald’s gaze with unwavering determination. “Yes, I did it because of personal reasons. Lucas, my colleague, and my wife, Chubs, narrowly escaped death in Muzat recently. Their safe return. held me

it’s my brother. He’s poured his heart into Norvania’s anti- drug efforts, a true hero ready to

as he

him go

the savage torture he’s

grueling days and nights. That’s

the hospital, barely clinging to life.”

voice softened, choked with emotion. “I can’t tell how much

I don’t act for him

brother.”

darkened, his voice tense. “Is it Liam? Has he been undercover in

throat tightened as

with sadness and anger as

with his fist.

sighed heavily, “A nation’s defense capabilities are crucial. With enough military strength, even a

face. “We’re still in a position where we have to beg other countries

weapons.

years, our country has nurtured numerous talents, but they often choose not to return after studying

individuals,” Donald lamented, his expression tinged with regret. “I apologize for losing my composure. earlier. Your actions were indeed impulsive.”

willing to accept the