The Wrong Woman
Chapter 442

Mila gently removed the hand covering her mouth, her voice soft as she stated, “Nate, mygrandparents are being held.”

Nathan explained, “Lucas has been with me for years. He is skilled in self–protection and, counter–surveillance.”

Confusion filled Mila’s voice. “What do

you mean?”

“Your grandparents have been relocated. They’re no longer at Hoffis Manor.”

Mila’s heart sank instantly, a heavy sorrow settling within her. First, it was her parents, and now hergrandparents. Oliver, that accursed man, deserved every bit of hatred.

“What about the others?” Mila pressed.

Nathan, brimming with confidence, said, “Let’s not rush. Give it a few more minutes.

Mila had absolute trust in Nathan. She relaxed her guard and waited silently.

With each passing minute, Nathan’s comforting scent surrounded Mila. His warm breath brushed hercheek, his strong presence mere inches away. His commanding and

overwhelming masculinity sent shivers down her spine.

Mila asked nervously, “Nate, can you please let go of me?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Nathan stepped back and freed her. They couldn’t read each other’sexpressions in the darkness, creating a sense of awkwardness.

Mila moved past Nathan, replaceing her way to the edge of the bed and sitting down.

“Are you taking Daniel to Sunterland?” Nathan’s voice resonated deeply.

Mila nodded. “Yes, for his treatment.”

Silence followed.

Sensing Nathan’s unease, Mila added, “Gary and Florence have agreed to it.”

Still, Nathan remained silent.

Mila declared firmly, “As long as there’s a chance, I won’t give up on Daniel.”

Nathan responded coldly with a hum. With that, he opened the door and left the room. As the doorcreaked open, Mila stood up anxiously. “Nate?”

Suddenly, the room flooded with light.

Mila glimpsed Nathan’s back as he descended the stairs purposefully. Approaching the railing, sheclutched it tightly and gazed downward.

The sight in the living room sent waves of shock through her.

Dozens of soldiers from the military base stood in a commanding formation, their presence oozingauthority. They aimed their weapons at a group of criminals bound together in the

center.

Among them, Lucas was restrained and thrown among the criminals.

Mila scanned the room anxiously, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease tightened herchest, prompting her to rush to the adjacent room. Pushing open the door, she discovered Phoebelying sound asleep in bed.

Worry flooded her, and she hastened over, perching on the edge of Phoebe’s bed and gently shakingher hand. “Phoebe, wake up. Nathan is here to rescue us.”

Phoebe’s complexion paled, offering no response.

Panic seized Mila as she pressed her hand against Phoebe’s forehead. It felt cool to the touch, ignitinga sense of urgency within her. “Phoebe, please wake up! Don’t frighten me.. Please, wake up.”

Yet, Phoebe remained still.

Mila’s heart was heavy with tension, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Tremors ran through herhands, and her entire body felt feeble.

She bolted out of the room, leaning over the railing, her voice trembling as she shouted, ” Nate,something’s wrong with Phoebe. Please, save her, Nate.”

Nathan turned back, and his gaze met Mila’s panicked expression. Her pallid face mirrored heranguish.

Without a word, he sprinted upstairs, with Cole following closely behind. They burst into the room.

As Nathan laid eyes on Phoebe, his expression darkened. He pressed his fingers against her carotidartery to check for her pulse.