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.

Murray grasped the gravity of the situation, he moved to raise his gun, only

eyes turned to Nathan and

gripped by fear, pleaded, “Please,

Murray and passed

accepted the gun, wiping away her tears, and

demanded, “or

pocket. Addressing the others, she warned, “I'll use him as a meat shield if anyone dares to shoot.” Murray raised his hands, a smirk playing on his

encountered such a formidable weapon-compact yet potent, concealed within Milas hair like a simple hairpin. No one could have guessed its lethal capability, a gun cloaked in

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

extensively. Of

from her work as a chemist, she has

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guesses?”