The Wrong Woman

Chapter 456

The familiar melody of her ringtone danced through the air.

Mila gradually calmed her emotions as she lifted her head from her knees. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and retrieved the phone from her pocket.

It was a call from Phoebe.

Mila took a deep breath, adjusting her emotions once more before answering the phone.

“Phoebe,” Mila spoke softly.

Phoebe’s voice trembled with nervousness. “Mila, where are you?”

Pushing herself up from the floor, Mila brushed off the dust from her pants. “I’m at Sudvilla.” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Please, come quickly. I’ll send you the address,” Phoebe urged urgently, a hint of panic

seeping into her tone.

Sensing Phoebe’s unusual anxiety, Mila hurriedly left Sudvilla, questioning as she ran, What’s wrong? What happened?”

“We’ve found your grandmother,” Phoebe replied.

Mila’s heart skipped a beat, her pace quickening even more. “Where is she? Send me the address.”

“Alright, but brace yourself,” Phoebe cautioned.

At that moment, Mila’s mind went blank, a wave of apprehension washing over her. Hailing a taxi, she followed Phoebe’s directions to a secluded area on the outskirts, finally stopping at an unfinished

building site.

As she arrived, the sight of several police cars and the police tape cordoning off the area made her uneasiness deepen. Two officers stood guard outside the perimeter.

“Mila!” Phoebe called out upon spotting her. She rushed over with a solemn expression and grasped Mila’s hand tightly.

Mila’s hand was cold, her body trembling slightly. “Where’s she?” she asked, her voice quivering with anxiety.

Phoebe pointed upward to the sky.

Mila looked up. Her heart seemed to stop instantly at the sight, overwhelmed by a surge of fear.

Tears clouded her vision as she beheld Loretta suspended in mid–air. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart by a sharp blade, the agony threatening to engulf her sanity. Loretta was bound by ropes, with a package resembling explosives strapped to her body, dangling in the air. Hoisting Loretta up was a massive crane.

Mila rushed toward the police officers, her fingers tightening around theirs, her heart pulsating with urgency. “Why aren’t you rescuing my grandmother? Why not set her free?“.

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‘Are you her granddaughter?” the officer inquired.

Mila nodded tearfully, her worried gaze darting back to Loretta. Panic consumed her.

The officer elaborated, “Your grandmother is rigged with explosives which were controlled remotely. The crane’s control room is also rigged with a remote–controlled bomb.

“Our bomb disposal experts were injured by hidden explosives before they could approach. Fortunately, their protective gear saved them from harm.”

“Are there bombs surrounding the crane as well?” Mila’s breaths became shallow, her fists. clenched tightly and her complexion drained of color.

The officer nodded and pointed to the several police officers and bomb disposal experts nearby. “They’re strategizing on how to execute the rescue.”

Mila gestured toward another crane. “Could you use that crane to transport the bomb disposal experts up there to save my grandmother?”

The officer sighed. “It’s not that we don’t want to. The issue is the bombs on your grandmother are remotely controlled. If our experts approach, there’s a risk of them being blown up too.”

Understanding their dilemma, Mila wasted no time. She swiftly lifted the police cordon and advanced,

“You can’t go in there!” the officer shouted. He wanted to follow but hesitated with fear of the explosives.

Phoebe, in a panic, grabbed the police cordon and cried, “Mila, what are you doing? Come back, please come back!”

Mila approached the crane but was soon halted by a police officer in bomb disposal gear. you seeking death? Step back beyond the police cordon,” he commanded.

“Are

Mila gripped his hand, her expression resolute. “Tell me, how do we defuse the bomb? Let me go up there. Please!”