The Wrong Woman

As gunfire erupted, Phoebe leaped amid the bullets and swiftly darted down. Everyone rushed to the roadside and fired into the jungle below the slope.

Overwhelmed with fear, Mila sank to the ground, clasping Jasper tightly as he cried in shock. Tears streamed down Mila's face.

Could Phoebe survive such an onslaught? Mila couldn't bring herself to look down the slope, her heart wrenched at the thought of Phoebe's safety.

"Take her away," Jacob commanded.

Mila was led into another vehicle by the armed men. Slowly, she wiped away her tears, soothing Jasper in her embrace. They were then taken to a cottage, where food, water, formula, and diapers were provided.

The next morning, Mila was relocated. Blindfolded, she boarded a car and traveled for about an hour. Despite being unable to see, Mila could sense their proximity to the frontiers, though they were now farther from the military base.

She was confined within a white vintage villa, with a garden adorned with tulips and guarded by armed sentries.

With Jasper by her side, Mila did not dare to resist and just resigned to await Nathan's rescue. She held onto the hope that Nathan would come for them.

begun a new chapter in life with

shedding tears in

no sign of Nathan coming to her rescue or the appearance of

drawing closer, Mila suspected that Oliver, in his quest for victory, was using her and

have realized her disappearance by now. The thought of his worry weighed heavily on Mila, keeping her awake at night and melancholic during the day. If not for Jasper's presence, she couldn't fathom how to endure

sitting alone, quietly eating her lunch. The sound of the door opening

the gatekeeper chimed

rising nervously from her seat, her gaze fixed tightly on the doorway. Yale, dressed sharply, strode

arrival, so it wasn't a surge of surprise that filled her, but rather a bubbling cauldron of anger and resentment. She remained silent, her eyes blazing with fury as she

chuckled, but his laughter quickly turned into

mean?" Mila asked anxiously, gathering the sleeping Jasper into her arms and holding

couch, playing with his tie in irritation. Through gritted teeth, he

torn between anger and fear. Was the insanity referred to Nathan's state

gaze, Yale's curiosity sparked. "Why aren't