The Wrong Woman

After the rain, the sky cleared, leaving behind a serene atmosphere.

Mila stood on the balcony of the second floor, her gaze fixed on the new grave in the distance. She felt as though her heart had been buried alongside Nathan.

Glancing back at Jasper sleeping soundly in bed, despair gripped her once more. She still had to find a way to take Jasper away from here.

Mila's heart ached, her complexion pale and her tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She wiped them away and returned to the room, lifting Jasper gently into her arms to seek solace in his warmth. Suddenly, she heard some strange commotion downstairs. Hurriedly placing Jasper back in bed, she wiped her eyes once more before cautiously opening the door.

Listening intently, she heard nothing out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was Oliver returning.

Mila stepped outside and as she descended, she froze at the sight of a familiar figure before her. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her, shock, excitement, and sadness. Phoebe stood at the doorway with tears shimmering in her eyes and a faint smile on her lips.

Mila, her eyes filled with tears, couldn't help but voice her frustration. "Phoebe, it's great to know that you're fine. But even you've been dragged into this. How can you still smile?" Phoebe gestured toward the door and replied, "I came in through the front gate."

Mila was taken aback.

Shortly after, Cole arrived with several soldiers from the military base. With disdain, he remarked, "Only two armed guards in the entire house. A couple of stabs, and it's over, saving bullets."

Upon noticing Mila, he greeted her respectfully. "Madam, my apologies for arriving late. You must had a hard time here."

Seeing Cole again reminded Mila of Nathan, rendering her speechless with heartache. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Observing Mila's distress, Phoebe approached and embraced her, offering gentle words of comfort. "Don't cry, Mila. Everything will be okay."

Choking back her tears, Mila instructed Cole, "Go dig up Nathan. I want to take him home."

Cole was bewildered. "Who?"

Tears streaming silently down her face, Mila pointed toward the grave. Cole and Phoebe exchanged astonished glances.

Cole asked incredulously, "Do you mean Mr. Morrison was buried there?"

Overwhelmed with sadness, Mila nodded silently, her heart heavy with grief.

Cole commanded, "Dig up the grave immediately."

"Yes, sir." The soldiers obeyed and hurried over.

Curious, Phoebe looked at Cole and asked, "But didn't you say Mr. Morrison faked his death? Why would he be buried here?"

Puzzled, Cole replied, "He did fake

his death according to the plan. The news online was all fabricated and will be clarified in a few days There's no way he would be here."

"Let's go and see," Phoebe suggested, taking Mila's hand and leading the way. Cole trailed behind them.

As they passed through the

backyard lawn and arrived at the

opened grave, Cole joined the

digging team. He wasn't worried,

after all, he had seen Nathan just the day before yesterday in Phoenicia.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila's complexion grew even paler as the body gradually emerged from the earth. She leaned on Phoebe for support, feeling unsteady.

Phoebe held her tightly and

reassured her. "Mila, Mr. Morrison hasn't shown up these days, but he definitely wouldn't be here. This person surely isn't him." S

The excavated body was already stiff, its facial features blurred by the mud.

Cole put on his military gloves and wiped away the dirt on the body. In astonishment, he exclaimed, "Holy crap, he really looks like Mr. Morrison."

Panic seized Phoebe.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Mila collapsed against Phoebe's shoulder and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Cole, feeling the tension, quickly dialed Nathan's number. The phone rang for a long time and Cole's heart sank even further.

After a long wait, Nathan's voice finally came through. "Have you found Chubs?"

Cole let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're alive, Mr. Morrison. You scared me."