"You'll always love him and never truly forget him if I spare him." Oliver rose to his feet and commanded, "Fire! Kill him!" "No!" Mila's cry was filled with sorrow. The gunfire erupted, and a dozen of bullets struck Nathan. Blood soaked the grass as his tall figure fell forward, tumbling into the prepared pit. Mila felt powerless, crawling forward on her knees. Her heart felt as though it had been ripped apart, the agony piercing her bones. Every limb of hers felt numb and her stomach twisted in torment, making it hard for her to breathe. "Nate..." she cried out. There was no strength left for her to approach Nathan's body. The icy wind pierced her skin, and the relentless rain drenched her. The armed men lowered their weapons and exchanged them for shovels, starting to bury the body. Oliver strode toward Mila, seizing her with a forceful grip, his voice thundering, "He's gone, and your love for him dies with him!" Mila broke free, stumbling forward until her strength ga
"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 i
However, Oliver doubted Daniel's ability to kill Nathan. The following day, around noon, Oliver received a video from Daniel. In the footage, Nathan lay motionless in a pool of blood, a sharp blade dangerously close to his heart, his complexion pale. Oliver watched the video repeatedly, detecting no signs of editing or staging. It stirred something within him. He settled in the living room, anticipation tugging at him. Every ten minutes, he refreshed the trending topics, waiting for news. An hour later, headlines about the assassination of Norvania's Defense General flooded the trending lists. Oliver's excitement surged as he avidly scrolled through the news. The reports confirming Nathan's death hailed from reliable, reputable sources. Clutching his phone tightly, Oliver rose joyfully, pacing the living room while eagerly devouring online news. He never fathomed that Daniel would go through with the act of killing his own brother. His resolve was truly formidable and O
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.
Mila was startled. Her tear-filled eyes turned to Cole in excitement. Nathan's voice rang out anxiously, "What's wrong? Are Chubs and Jasper safe?" Cole replied, "They're safe, Mr. Morrison." Mila couldn't wait any longer. She rushed over, snatching Cole's phone with trembling hands. Her voice choked with emotion as she uttered, "Nate." Nathan's gentle voice flowed through the phone. "I'm sorry, Chubs, for all the trouble you've endured these past few days." Mila bit her lip, her hand pressed tightly over her mouth, restraining tears of relief and joy. At that moment, all her past sufferings seemed insignificant. As long as Nathan was alive, nothing else mattered."Are you and Jasper alright?" Nathan's concern was palpable in his anxious tone. Mila took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before replying, "Both of us are fine." "The news online is all fabricated. Don't worry. I can't show up at the moment, so I can't come to rescue you." "No, please don't come." Mi
In the afternoon, Daniel escorted Oliver to the airport. Oliver's boarding process was seamless. With a friendly smile, Daniel bid farewell to Oliver as the aircraft took off. Oliver felt a sense of freedom wash over him, knowing he could now reunite with Mila in a distant land. After half an hour of flight, the plane began its descent. Oliver surveyed his surroundings, noticing a discrepancy with the typical airport. "Where are we?" he inquired, a hint of nervousness tainting his voice. "The airport," came the pilot's reply. Oliver persisted, "Which airport is this?" Yet, the pilot maintained his silence.Growing increasingly flustered, Oliver pressed further, "How can this be an airport? It's so small!"Upon touchdown and the pilot's unbuckled seatbelt, he uttered, "The prison's airport." With that, he swiftly exited the aircraft and headed toward the prison compound. With a pallid complexion and frantic demeanor, Oliver rushed to the cockpit, but his limited aviation
Mila was eager to take Nathan back to their dormitory.Nathan's eyes were brimming with affection.As soon as they stepped inside, he eagerly pulled her into his arms, longing to kiss her. Yet, Mila stopped him by placing her hand on his lips."What are you doing?" Mila asked.Nathan was confused. "You brought me back to the dorm so urgently. Didn't you want—""No," Mila shyly interrupted, patting his shoulder. "Let go for now."After Nathan released her, she took his hand and led him into the bedroom.The nanny, Pauline, was nodding off at the edge of the bed, while Jasper lay on his stomach, contentedly chewing on a toy without making a sound. His large, bright eyes shimmered with curiosity.As soon as Jasper spotted Nathan, he locked his gaze on Nathan intently. But the instant Jasper caught sight of Mila, his excitement became palpable. He flailed his limbs and babbled happily, like a plane revving up for takeoff.Pauline snapped awake instantly. Seeing Mila and Nathan, sh
Mila found research to be monotonous and tiresome. It demanded relentless dedication, day in and day out, year after year, for her to achieve the outcomes she desired.She had devoted herself to her work for so long, with hardly any close friends of the opposite sex, let alone any time for romance.Yet now, she found joy and fulfillment in her research, thanks to the presence of Jasper and Nathan by her side. She no longer felt lonely or bored. The only downside was her hectic schedule.Since Nathan's return, they rarely found time to meet. Both of their jobs were demanding and important. Their only time together was at night when they rested.Despite their busy schedules, Nathan always spent time with Jasper. He vividly remembered the slap Jasper had given him and was determined to cultivate a strong father-son bond.Often, Nathan would bring Jasper to sleep with him in their bed, especially after installing a guardrail. Nathan would sleep in the middle, with Jasper on his left a