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 the surgery, and I'll assist you in

well-equipped neurosurgical hospital and I'll need three skilled

slowly, "I'll

the surgery, arrange for a plane with a competent pilot," Oliver

soon until I regain my sight?"

a blood clot, the effect will be immediate upon removal. You'll gradually recover on the first day, maybe slower, around three to

together now,

together. Your restored vision means I can leave Norvania alive. Trust me

hummed in agreement. The two discussed the preparations before

found that all the checkpoints were removed and it was no longer as strict

airport and boarded a

private hospital ward, Oliver

a mask throughout

bed, eyes closed in repose. Pulling a chair closer, Oliver