The Wrong Woman

"It's risky for the three of us to leave together. We need to find a safer way out of Norvania," Oliver muttered to himself, his voice oddly composed. "If only I could find someone to help me now, things would be much simpler."

"Kill me," Mila's voice, drained of strength, resonated with sorrow.

Oliver gently countered, "How could I bear to kill you?"

Mila lowered her hand and walked back into the house like a soulless being. "Even if you don't kill me, I'll kill you, any chance, any time."

A faint smile played on Oliver's lips as he asserted confidently, "Your son is still in my hands. If you don't want him dead, you'll listen to me." Mila's complexion turned pallid, her expression worn out. She sat down on the bed, wordlessly lying down and pulling the blanket over herself. Closing her eyes, tears trickled down her cheeks, soaking the pillow beneath her.

She endured. But the pain in her heart grew unbearable and uncontrollable, suffocating her. She pulled the blanket into her mouth, curled up, and sobbed.

Since that day, Mila's body weakened day by day. Though unable to keep anything down, she forced herself to eat after every vomit, pushing herself to recover quickly. She knew strength was needed to resist and to kill Oliver.

After the demise of the Dark Shadows Society by Nathan, Oliver tried to contact for days but found no one who could aid him. Without them, Oliver found himself utterly helpless.

One afternoon, Oliver was in the kitchen preparing a tonic for Mila, when his phone rang.

The number was unknown. With caution, Oliver answered the call.

"Ollie, it's Daniel," came the voice from the other end.

Oliver fell silent, nervously awaiting what was to come.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Daniel continued, "I know you're planning to leave Norvania. I can help you."

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Oliver couldn't help but scoff, "Seriously? Help me? Find a better reason to catch me." After a moment of realization, he asked again, "How did you even get my number?" Daniel calmly replied, "I have my ways. I'm helping you, but there's a condition." Oliver was taken aback. He paused and considered before replying, "Go on." "I'll help you leave Norvania, and you help me with brain surgery," Daniel proposed.

Oliver hesitated.

If Daniel could help him, it could be a game-changer, increasing the chances of success. But he remained cautious. "Why should I trust you?"

Daniel chuckled lightly and asked in

return, "Oliver, after all these years as brothers, don't you trust me? I'm a man of my word, I won't deceive you."

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Oliver countered, "We're in this together only if you're fully committed. I help you regain your sight, and you help me leave Norvania." "What do you want me to do?" Daniel inquired.

Oliver cast a cautious glance around the kitchen, then stepped into the living room to ensure Mila wasn't within earshot. Returning to the kitchen, he lowered his voice, "Kill Nathan."

Daniel hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm willing to join forces with you to regain my sight. But won't take Nate's life. He's my brother, and I can't do it." S

Oliver's scoff was evident. "Then we have no deal."

Daniel responded, "I can kill Mr. President, Cole, or anyone else around Nate."

"No, it has to be him."

Daniel hesitated. After a moment, his voice echoed, "Give me a day."

"Agreed," Oliver responded.

He knew Daniel was eager to undergo the brain surgery, and he was confident in his ability to help Daniel regain his sight.