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.

Phoebe couldn't be dead. It simply couldn't happen. Phoebe had just begun a new chapter in life with her marriage. She couldn't die.

found herself shedding tears in secret and lost in anxious

saw no sign of Nathan

Mila suspected that Oliver, in his quest for victory, was

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 these

day, Mila was sitting alone, quietly eating her lunch. The sound of the door

voice of the gatekeeper chimed

from her seat, her gaze fixed tightly on the doorway. Yale, dressed sharply, strode in with a smile playing

but rather a bubbling cauldron of anger and resentment. She remained silent, her eyes blazing with fury as

but his laughter quickly turned into a

mean?" Mila asked anxiously, gathering the sleeping Jasper into her arms and holding him protectively as she stared at

settled onto the couch, playing with his tie in irritation. Through gritted teeth, he spat out, "He's

and fear. Was the insanity

sparked. "Why aren't