The Wrong Woman

Phoebe hurriedly trailed after Mila as she left. They got into the car nervously. Phoebe wasted no time starting the engine and driving away.

As they fled, Mila pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number, her mind racing with fear. Past encounters had taught her to be wary of Yale's potential threats, and she was on edge. Nathan answered just as Mila's anxiety bubbled over. "Nate, there's Yale's blood on me. What do I do?"

"What happened?" Nathan's voice betrayed his tension.

"I ran into him and Lillian at the clothing store. Things got heated, and I ended up injuring him and getting his blood on my clothes."

"Send me your location right away. Follow my instructions carefully. Head to the nearest police station and lay low for now." Nathan's tone was urgent.

"Got it."

Nathan swiftly deployed a drone for tracking and protection purposes while organizing a team to meet Mila.

Ten minutes later, Mila safely met up with Nathan. Escorted by the military base's team, they rushed to the testing department of the military hospital.

Given the gravity of the situation, the doctors there immediately took the blood samples for analysis. The results were ready three hours later but they lacked crucial reference data.

through the DNA database, they found the

of the military hospital director, Nathan's face drained of color as he sat on the

the computer, the director wiped away

of the criminal investigation department entered, accompanied by the head of the

stood before Nathan, offering respectful nods. "General Morrison,

fixed them with a cold stare and asked in a frigid tone,

department replied, "I'm afraid not, General Morrison. There's no

the forensic department added grimly, "We've also

hospital director rushed over. With his head lowered, he spoke shakily, "General Morrison, I'm

smiled wryly as he leaned against the couch, his hand supporting his forehead as he. closed his eyes to collect himself.

response. Every moment felt like torture, with everyone's spines stiffening and sweat pouring from them in

was something Nathan hadn't

he was dead set on becoming the country's president.

"Cole," called out Nathan.

he was ready to act. "General Morrison, what are