The Wrong Woman

"If Yale is in the clear, there's no reason for Nathan to feel anxious about his blood. But if there's a problem with Yale, Nathan would undoubtedly take swift action."

Cole's realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Mrs. Morrison, are you suggesting that General Morrison's true motive isn't to obtain Yale's blood for DNA analysis? Perhaps he's orchestrating this ruse to provoke Yale's suspicion, prompting the man to retaliate against him."

Mila nodded. "That's my theory."

"But why would General Morrison do that?" Cole asked.

Mila, too, struggled to understand Nathan's motive. Confusion clouded her mind.

Rubbing her temples, Mila thought for a moment before asking, "Cole, has Nate given you any unusual instructions recently or asked you to place anything in the car?"

Cole suddenly recalled and exclaimed, "Yes, he did. General Morrison tasked me with fetching a professional diving pump with oxygen from the arsenal a couple of days ago, along with a specialized hammer for breaking car windows."

A faint smile crept onto Mila's lips, dispelling the sadness and despair that had plagued her in recent days. Every worry she had morphed into a source of determination.

The weight that had burdened her heart lifted at last.

Tears welled in Mila's eyes as she retrieved her phone, rereading the last message Nathan had sent her: "Stay calm, wait for my return."

whirlwind of emotions raging within her. "When you come back, we need to have a serious conversation," she silently pledged. "Risking your life in such

his curiosity, Cole asked, "Mrs. Morrison, what is General Morrison's plan exactly? Where is

entirely sure," Mila admitted. She didn't have a clear grasp of Nathan's intentions, but she knew they were all

what's our next move?" Cole

Avoid investigating Yale or getting too close to him. Also, do not assign anyone to track him under any circumstances. Simply regard him as inconsequential. Concentrate on your duties and avoid disrupting

in acknowledgment. "Got it, Mrs.

keep this information to yourself. Don't discuss it with

"Consider it done."

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appointment, they ventured to a nearby mall, browsing for clothes

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approached Lillian to greet her, she was met with a cold

on the other hand, wore a look of disdain as she angrily exclaimed, "With