The Wrong Woman

However, Oliver doubted Daniel's ability to kill Nathan.

The following day, around noon, Oliver received a video from Daniel.

In the footage, Nathan lay motionless in a pool of blood, a sharp blade dangerously close to his heart, his complexion pale.

Oliver watched the video repeatedly, detecting no signs of editing or staging. It stirred something within him.

He settled in the living room, anticipation tugging at him. Every ten minutes, he refreshed the trending topics, waiting for news.

An hour later, headlines about the assassination of Norvania's Defense General flooded the trending lists.

Oliver's excitement surged as he avidly scrolled through the news. The reports confirming Nathan's death hailed from reliable, reputable sources.

Clutching his phone tightly, Oliver rose joyfully, pacing the living room while eagerly devouring online news.

He never fathomed that Daniel would go through with the act of killing his own brother. His resolve was truly formidable and Oliver admired his unwavering determination to regain his sight. After what felt like an eternity, Daniel's call finally came.

trembling voice. "Ollie, I've killed Nate. Help me with

I'll need three skilled assistants,

slowly, "I'll

arrange for a plane with a competent pilot,"

I regain my sight?" Daniel

clot, the effect will be immediate upon removal. You'll gradually recover on the first day,

in this together now, Ollie," Daniel

beamed, "Yes, we're in this together. Your restored vision means I can

before the surgery. The surgery was scheduled for the next

that all the checkpoints were removed and it was

airport and boarded a flight to Phoenicia. The journey was surprisingly

private hospital ward,

had worn a

on the bed, eyes closed in repose. Pulling a chair closer, Oliver sat beside him. "You're here. Why the silence?" Daniel