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 Milas 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.

moved to raise his gun, only to find Nathan aiming the hairpin squarely at his

eyes turned to Nathan and Mila, guns at

gripped by fear, pleaded, “Please,

disarmed Murray and passed

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

a nearby gunman demanded, “or

a meat shield if anyone dares to shoot.” Murray raised his hands, a smirk playing on his lips as he

concealed within Milas hair like a simple hairpin. No one could have guessed its lethal capability,

voice trembled with anxiety as he asked, “How did you manage to get it in?" Approaching Murray, Mila asked softly,

her for years, investigating extensively.

work as a chemist,

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guesses?”