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.

raise his

turned to Nathan and Mila, guns

by fear, pleaded, “Please, don't

Murray and passed the

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

nearby gunman demanded, “or we'll end

tucking it into her pocket. Addressing the others, she warned, “I'll use him as a meat shield if

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

with anxiety as he asked, “How did you manage to get it

hunting her for years, investigating extensively. Of

“Aside from her work as a chemist, she has another identity.

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guesses?”