The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 443

"Cole, get her to the hospital immediately,” Nathan commanded. Without hesitation, Cole swiftly responded, lifting Phoebe and bolting outside. Mila trailed closely behind.

Just as she reached the doorway, her steps faltered, and she turned back to Nathan. Her voice tense with urgency as she instructed, “Daniel and the others are still trapped in other rooms. You have to rescue them.”

Nathan's gaze darkened as he silently nodded in acknowledgment, a sharp pang of pain gripping his heart.

With her plea delivered, Mila's mind couldn't entertain any other thoughts as she hurriedly chased after Cole's retreating form.

Nathan emerged from the room. Leaning against the railing, he observed the scene below with a cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the criminals bound in the center of the living room.

Meanwhile, in the other rooms, forensic experts continued their search for explosives.

Descending the stairs, Nathan was met with the sight of Sienna wheeling out Daniel. His gaze was deep as he stared at Daniel. "Dan," Nathan greeted him as he approached.

Daniel remained composed. "You've arrived swiftly. Your abilities are truly remarkable."

“It's just that Chubs' signal came in time,” Nathan replied as he approached Sienna, gesturing for her to let go. Stepping back, she complied.

He took hold of the wheelchair handle, pushing Daniel out of the door. As they were on their way out, Daniel asked, "Where's Chubs?" Nathan offered a wry smile, feeling an unexpected twinge of jealousy. "You both genuinely care for each other.”

Daniel paused momentarily, his silence echoing the sting of Nathan's words.

Observing Daniel's reaction, Nathan continued, "Phoebe is injured. Chubs is following her to the hospital.”

Curious, Daniel asked, "Who's Phoebe?"

Nathan clarified, "She's one of Chubs' subordinates.”

"Ah, I understand.”

"Will you go to Sunterland with her for treatment?"

"I don't want to, but she's determined on it."

"Go, don't give up as long as there's a glimmer of hope."

"Okay," Daniel replied with a nod.

The car outside was already waiting.

Nathan settled Daniel into the back seat and then stowed the wheelchair neatly into the trunk. Sienna followed suit, closing the door behind her.

Amidst the baptism of rain, the vehicle departed, leaving behind the dark and damp night. The drizzle continued, accompanied by a subtle chill carried by the north wind.

Nathan stood beneath the shelter of the doorway and listened to the raindrops, his heart sinking with each passing moment.

He remembered the conversation with Mila.

“Is there someone you love?" he asked.

Mila responded, "Yes, but his heart belongs elsewhere. It won't work between us."

How absurd it had been for him to suspect Oliver back then. Now, with the pieces clicked into place, he understood Mila's unattainable love. The man she loved must be his brother, Daniel. The realization stabbed at his heart like a dagger.

Shaking off the tumult of emotions, Nathan reentered the house. Inside, a stranger awaited him.

Approaching, Simon introduced himself with a respectful nod. "Mr. Morrison, I'm Simon, Milas senior.”

Acknowledging Simon with a nod, Nathan's mood weighed heavily as he proceeded to the living room.

Lucas sat bound in the center, his demeanor stoic despite his predicament.

Nathan knelt before him, his gaze piercing and his voice firm. "Where is Oliver? And where are Chubs' grandparents?"

With a bitter smile, Lucas met Nathan's gaze, determination shining through.

Through clenched teeth, he spoke, "Mr. Morrison, I've betrayed you, and now I'm at a dead end. Am I still obligated to reveal their whereabouts?"

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