Mila's face was awash with tears, her emotion a mixture of anguish and resentment, as she gazed up at 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 tasted the bitterness of sorrow. Seated on the ground, she cradled Nathan's shoulders in her lap, her arms gently supporting his head as 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 longer did she cry out or protest. Instead, she held Nathan's cold form close, her body trembling while her tears flowed ceaselessly down her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, her throat sore as she whispered, "Nate is dead. None of you will get hydronium, and you won't find Mila either. You can kill me now." "Where is Mila?" Murray
Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window. Mila lay at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand clasped Nathan's palm tightly. The sun's rays bathed her side, casting a comforting warmth around her. Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He glanced at the dilapidated ceiling before surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he found himself back in this cursed place. Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. He never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream. Mila stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn't contain her excitement, rising to her feet and reaching for his forehead. "Nate, you're awake, finally." In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing Mila's wrist, anger surged within h
"This is not a place you should have come to." Nathan's expression was grave. Mila pursed her lips and smiled. "Fortunately, I did." Nathan's gaze softened as he looked at her, his heart filled with concern. "And you? How did you end up getting captured?" Mila asked curiously. Nathan smiled bitterly, closing his eyes with a mournful expression. "Lucas was bribed by them." Mila was taken aback. She never expected it was Lucas after all. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. She couldn't help but wonder about his feelings to be betrayed by someone he trusted the most, falling into the hands of the enemy. Feeling uneasy, Mila nestled into Nathan's embrace with her hands patting his shoulders and her cheeks against his chest. She wanted to comfort him. Her sudden, overwhelming hug caught Nathan off guard, freezing him in place. From shock to a sense of joy, Nathan's emotions surged even more. This was the first time Mila had hugged him voluntarily. His hand lifted sl
Nathan questioned, "Where did they take you? What have they done?" Mila approached cautiously, raising a hand to block any prying ears, her words a soft murmur in Nathan's ear. "I made a deal with them. I promised to reveal the location of hydronium if they could save you." Nathan's expression darkened. "You've told them?" Mila nodded, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What's wrong?" "If they locate hydronium, won't that expose your identity?" Anxiety laced Nathan's words. Mila acknowledged the risk. "Yes, only Mila Winkler knows the exact location for it. Once they retrieve it, my identity will be exposed." "Did you speak truthfully to them?" "Yes," Mila affirmed. "I told them that it's safeguarded in a heavily fortified research facility in Sunterland, and it won't be easy for them to get it." Restless thoughts churned in Nathan's mind as he released Mila, his fingers running through his hair in agitation. Mila reached for his hand, her voice a soothing whisper. "N
Mila delicately withdrew the thick hairpin from her hair, and in an instant, her silky hair tumbled down in a mesmerizing cascade, shimmering like a celestial being, her beauty spellbinding. Nathan was captivated by her sudden movement. His attention was solely on her allure, oblivious to the presence of the gun. Seeing his fascination, Mila flicked the hairpin in her hand. "Nate, this is it." Puzzled, Nathan inspected it. "It appears to be a simple ivory hairpin, with a slightly thicker stem, and it's hollow." Mila offered a faint smile, crouching to pluck a handful of translucent beads from her shoe. Placing them in Nathan's palm, she whispered, "Bulletproof steel beads harder than diamonds, crafted by my own hands." Nathan examined the beads, increasingly impressed by Mila's resourcefulness. Turning away discreetly, Mila discreetly retrieved a tiny spring from within her bra. Respecting her privacy, Nathan glanced away as she adjusted her attire. In no time, she re
Mila found Nathan's response disheartening, her dissatisfaction cast a shadow over her mood. It appeared he was reluctant to admit it. Meanwhile, Nathan remained deep in contemplation. Mila changed the subject, asking, "Nate, if we manage to escape from here, what are your plans?" Taking a seat at the bed's edge, Nathan responded casually, "I aim to dismantle the Dark Shadows Society." "This is Dorzania, not Norvania," Mila reminded, settling in beside him, their shoulders touching. "How do you intend to dismantle such a vile society here?" "By targeting their leaders. With no one to lead, the society will crumble on its own," Nathan explained. "Excellent, count me in." Mila smiled warmly. Nathan glanced at her, his eyes reflecting a hint of confusion. He had no clue about her statement. After their escape, Mila would return to Sunterland. Under Nathan's intense gaze, Mila felt a tinge of shyness and discomfort. She gently took his large hand, placing it on her lap, and
"Thank goodness you didn't open it," Mila said calmly. "This thing reacts even with oxygen. If you had opened it, this place would have been leveled in an instant." "Sounds rather mystical," Murray commented, his curiosity piqued as he examined the box. 48 bottles of hydronium was a very small object, transparent, resembling liquid jelly. "It must be handled in a specific environment." Mila reminded, "Do you know about the explosion at the border of Norvania? It left behind a massive crater and contaminated the entire province with toxic purple gas." Murray's expression darkened as he looked at Lucas and Oliver. Lucas nodded, confirming the truth of her statement.Mila cast a disdainful glance at Lucas. He was repulsive to her now. She used to perceive him as a decent person and had treated him kindly. Mila discreetly checked Nathan's expression. He seemed composed, showing no discernible change. She wondered if he harbored any inclination to harm Lucas at this moment. A
Nathan couldn't bear to witness Mila's anguish. He enveloped her in a tight embrace, murmuring soothing words into her ear, "Chubs, gather your strength." Mila clung to Nathan's chest, her sobs heavy with grief. "Nate, that monster took my parents from me." Nathan leaned in close, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear. "Stay strong. You must seek justice for them." Mila nodded through her tears in determination. "Fine." "Are you ready?" Nathan delicately cradled the back of Mila's head, drawing her close to his chest, their closeness puzzling onlookers. Once more, Mila nodded. In a swift motion, Nathan plucked the hairpin from Mila's hair and aimed a shot at Silas, who was lying on the bed. The muffled sound of the gunshot barely registered. Before anyone could comprehend the events unfolding, a crimson dot appeared on the forehead of the elderly man on the bed. Silas froze, his eyes wide open, his body rigid and unresponsive. As Murray grasped the gravity of the situat
Jasper became concerned as Imogen placed her hand over her heart. He asked, "Are you experiencing any chest pains? Have you consulted a doctor? I can take you for a check-up."Imogen reassured him, gently holding his arm. "Jasper, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out how to balance my future family and career."Jasper smiled knowingly, gently patting her head before pulling her into an embrace. He recognized her uniqueness—her drive to pursue her career and showcase her skills and talents. The thought of being a stay-at-home mother or merely a trophy wife held no appeal for her whatsoever.Holding her close, Jasper murmured, "Imogen, have you forgotten about your husband's financial prowess?"Imogen couldn't suppress a chuckle.Jasper reassured her of his commitment, "As long as you're on board, I can arrange a driver to drive you to work, an assistant to handle all your tasks, and you won't have to worry about anything. When you return home, there will be maids and me to ens
After returning from her journey across the globe, Imogen headed straight to the hospital. During her travels, she started noticing subtle changes in her body—nausea, fatigue, and a stronger need for rest. Her hunch was confirmed when tests revealed she was pregnant.She felt a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The idea of being pregnant raised thoughts of focusing on family life and raising children. Yet, she valued her career and was steadily demonstrating her skills. She wasn't ready to give it up just yet.When Imogen arrived home and stepped through the front door, she found Gregory and Carol were there. They had just returned from their trip as well, bringing back gifts. "Hi, Mom, Dad," Imogen greeted them.Still excited about their travels, Gregory and Carol eagerly recounted their adventures to Jasper.When Jasper heard Imogen's voice, he quickly stood and walked over to her, taking her hand. "Imogen, I woke up early and didn't see you around. Where did you go?"
Jasper thought the idea was brilliant and agreed, "Let's plan our route and leave next week."Imogen gently pushed him back, her hands on his chest. "Sure, but let me get up first. We'll map out our journey, set a schedule, and go on a trip for our wedding."Jasper took her wrists and lifted them above the pillow. "Let's discuss this tomorrow. I have some pressing matters to attend to at the moment."Imogen was about to respond when Jasper leaned in and kissed her deeply. Their lips intertwined with passion.…A week later, Imogen received another call from Yulia's lawyer, who conveyed Yulia's apologies and expressed her desire for Imogen's forgiveness. Yulia also requested Imogen to intervene with Nathan on her behalf.Imogen decided to ignore the request. She believed in the fairness of the law. It reminded her of Zoey, who had fraudulently claimed her degree and ended up in prison at Jasper's behest.As for Yulia, she had orchestrated attacks on Gregory, caused Carol to lose
Imogen's heart raced as she slowly hugged Jasper, her voice bashful yet resolute. "Jasper, you'll always have a place in my heart."Jasper tensed slightly, his senses on high alert. He met her eyes. A glint of anticipation sparked in his gaze as he eagerly murmured, "Say it one more time. Say it—""I love you, Jasper," Imogen said gently.Jasper's eyes immediately filled with tears as he held Imogen tightly, his body shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, he could only whisper her name into her ear. "Imogen… Imogen…""Do you love me?" Imogen asked, her voice tinged with shyness.Jasper frowned. "I do love you. Haven't you always known?""I still want to hear it," Imogen said."I love you. I love you with all my heart," Jasper declared, gazing at her with intense passion and unwavering resolve.Feeling a bit stiff from his tight hug, Imogen gently pushed him away. "I love you, too, but I must get up and go to work.""Not today," Jasper responded, scooping and carrying her back to bed
"If it's a gift, why not accept it?" Mila whispered.Gregory quickly took the check, looking unsure of his next move.Once his money was accepted, Oakley assumed the issue was settled. He took Yulia's hand and began to leave the ward, saying, "Well, I'll leave with Yulia for now."Still feeling resentful, Yulia glanced back and shot Imogen a glare as they departed.The ward fell silent. Feeling uneasy, Gregory and Carol exchanged anxious glances."Nate, we can't go easy on them," Mila whispered.Nathan smiled knowingly. He took Mila's hand, gently caressed it, and said quietly, "Don't worry. I'll ensure our in-laws get the justice they deserve."Mila nodded, feeling reassured. Gregory and Carol, who were listening nearby, felt deeply moved and grateful.Since Gregory was injured and confined to bed, the meeting between Jasper's and Imogen's parents ended earlier than expected. After saying goodbye to their parents, Jasper and Imogen headed home. On their way home, Jasper felt
Yulia was renowned for her boldness and strong-willed nature. Aware of Oakley's wealth, influence, and dual reputation in legal and illicit circles, she feared no one and held a contemptuous attitude toward others, including senior military figures."You need to apologize to Ms. Imogen immediately," Oakley whispered urgently.Pointing at Imogen, Yulia muttered irritably, "Her? Oh, please! If anyone owes an apology, it's her to me."Oakley wiped his forehead nervously, trembling with anxiety. Everyone's expressions around them darkened visibly. Jasper suppressed his anger; his hands clenched into fists.Before he could speak, Yulia grumbled, "Jay, you blocked me before understanding everything, and then you terminated our contract. That's just too much."Mila couldn't shake her worry for Jasper. If he couldn't manage his relationship with Yulia appropriately, it could severely impact his marriage. Concerned that he might not handle it well, Mila intervened. "Ms. Gibson, please resp
Carol no longer believed the portrayal of wealthy women on television.Jasper took Imogen's hand, and they sat down on the couch together, feeling anxious. It was their parents' first meeting, and the hospital setting added to the tension. If things went wrong and their relationship soured, their future would look bleak.Imogen was particularly anxious. Her palms were growing clammy. Jasper pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her palms before reassuringly saying, "There's no need to be nervous. My parents are easygoing."Offering an awkward smile, Imogen teased him, whispering, "You seem more nervous than I am, don't you think?"Jasper chuckled but offered no reply. Dealing with Gregory and Carol was sure to be a bit daunting.Typically reserved around strangers, Nathan found it difficult to start a conversation at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol felt apprehensive and cautious, worried that any misstep could upset the Morrisons and cause problems for Imogen.Sensing th
Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest.""General Morrison, I…" Gregory's voice faltered in distress.Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Mila, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory.Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formal. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."Mila came
In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly."Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet," Carol said, marveling at the oranges. Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive.""Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?"Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up.""Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing.""Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours." "You're too stu