The Wrong Woman
Chapter 371

Mila’s face was awash with tears, her emotion a mixture of anguish and resentment, as she gazed upat Murray and screamed, “Why did you have to take his life? Why?”

With a mere smirk, Murray replied, “I kill whoever I want to kill, without any reason.”

Mila’s sobs took an unexpected turn, morphing into laughter. As each tear fell onto her lips, she tastedthe bitterness of sorrow.

Seated on the ground, she cradled Nathan’s shoulders in her lap, her arms gently supporting his headas she pressed her cheek against his chilling skin.

Each tear that fell from her eyes found its way onto Nathan’s face, a silent cascade of grief. No longerdid she cry out or protest.

Instead, she held Nathan’s cold form close, her body trembling while her tears flowed ceaselesslydown her cheeks.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, her throat sore as she whispered, “Nate is dead. None ofyou will get hydronium, and you won’t replace Mila either. You can kill me now.”

“Where is Mila?” Murray demanded angrily.

Mila held onto Nathan tightly. For the first time in her life, she experienced the agony of losing a lovedone.

She realized that the pain ran so deep that she didn’t even dare to keep living. It felt like everything inthe world was no longer irrelevant to her.

“Kill me,” Mila repeated through her sobs, her tone becoming more intense.

Murray walked over, grabbed Mila’s collar, and pulled her up, his won’t?”

gaze icy. “Do you think I

Mila trembled violently, her eyes red from crying, her body still shaking. In a fit of hysteria, shepurposely enraged him, “Kill me, kill me! You coward, scum, trash! You’re a monster. You’re not amonster if you don’t kill me!”

Murray was instantly provoked. He drew his gun and pointed it at Mila’s head.

Mila felt an unprecedented sense of relief. Without a hint of fear, she closed her eyes slowly. All shehoped for now was to catch up to Nathan after death. She wanted to be with him and to replace theirparents together in the afterworld.

She choked her tears and whispered, “I’m sorry, Nate. I’m late, but please wait for me.”

She awaited the sound of the gunshot with her heart aching terribly. She hoped the shot would end heragony soon.

“No.” A tense roar rang out.

Immediately, Mila felt the gun above her head being pushed away, and a familiar voice, frantic andpanicked, pleaded, “Don’t kill her.”

Mila slowly opened her eyes. In her line of sight was Oliver.

He grabbed Murray’s gun, and pushed Mila away forcefully, his expression tense. “Mr. Manning,please, don’t kill her.”

Murray glared at Mila, sneering, “Anyone who dares to insult me in this world ends up She’s asking forit.”

dead.

Oliver’s heart was in turmoil as he glanced at Nathan on the ground and then at Mila, who seemeddevoid of any will to live. He knew that if Nathan died, Mila wouldn’t survive either.

Oliver hurriedly tried to calm the situation. “Chubs, stay put and don’t anger Mr. Manning.”

With that, he went down to check Nathan’s carotid artery and found a faint pulse. Immediately, hebegan CPR.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Mila rushed over, kneeling beside Nathan without disturbing Oliver’s rescueefforts. She held Nathan’s hand gently, rubbing it softly, hoping to give him some warmth.

Holding her breath with her tears shimmering, Mila gazed at Nathan’s pale cheek.

In her heart, she silently prayed, “Nate, as long as you survive, I’m willing to do anything.”