All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 601 - Chapter 610

Despite Phoebe's tearful pleas, Mila remained indifferent to her own needs. With Nathan still missing, she lacked the motivation to wake up.She reclined once more and shut her eyes, softly saying, "Phoebe, I'm okay. I just want to rest a little longer. Wake me up when Nate returns.""Mila…" Phoebe broke into tears, alarmed by Mila's condition. This was a side of Mila she had never witnessed before.Previously, Mila would readily shed tears over the slightest grievances, her heart easily swayed by sadness. But in the face of Nathan's accident, she remained strangely composed.Instead of being consumed by tears and hopelessness, Mila slept soundly, almost as if untouched by the tragedy.Nonetheless, her deep slumber seemed to signify more than mere exhaustion—it hinted at a profound resignation toward life itself.Witnessing this version of Mila filled Phoebe with an even greater sense of dread.As news of Nathan's accident reached Zach, he immediately mobilized search teams to s

Phoebe persisted, her tone urgent as she spoke, "Mila, there's an update from General Morrison. He's reached out personally. You need to wake up right away."Slowly, Mila opened her eyes, blinking wearily. Upon spotting Cole in front of her, she shut them again, muttering to herself, "It's Cole, not Nate."Taking a deep breath, Cole nervously relayed, "Mrs. Morrison, General Morrison sent me a message. He's in danger and is counting on us to rescue him."Mila opened her eyes once more, reaching out to grasp Phoebe's hand. Despite her weakened state, she attempted to sit up. "Phoebe, could you give me a hand?" she murmured.Phoebe's excitement surged as she promptly offered her support, assisting Mila in sitting up.Mila stretched her hand toward Cole, questioning, "Where's Nate's message?"Cole rushed to grab his phone, accessing the messages programmed by the coder, then promptly passed it to Mila.Mila stared at Nathan's number, then shifted her gaze to the message he had sent

"If Yale is in the clear, there's no reason for Nathan to feel anxious about his blood. But if there's a problem with Yale, Nathan would undoubtedly take swift action."Cole's realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Mrs. Morrison, are you suggesting that General Morrison's true motive isn't to obtain Yale's blood for DNA analysis? Perhaps he's orchestrating this ruse to provoke Yale's suspicion, prompting the man to retaliate against him."Mila nodded. "That's my theory.""But why would General Morrison do that?" Cole asked.Mila, too, struggled to understand Nathan's motive. Confusion clouded her mind.Rubbing her temples, Mila thought for a moment before asking, "Cole, has Nate given you any unusual instructions recently or asked you to place anything in the car?"Cole suddenly recalled and exclaimed, "Yes, he did. General Morrison tasked me with fetching a professional diving pump with oxygen from the arsenal a couple of days ago, along with a specialized hammer for breakin

The room was spacious, with only a bed and a cabinet. A washbasin, towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste were placed on the cabinet.On the left, there was a window covered in iron bars. From the window, he could see a very high wall outside.Nathan got out of bed. He opened the door and walked out to an empty hall.There was a dining table with four chairs in the middle of the hall, and a bookshelf filled with books was against the wall.There was nothing else except for these things.At this moment, a paper airplane descended from above and landed on his feet.A fair-skinned young boy rushed over. He stuttered, "P-Pla… Plan…"Nathan furrowed his brow. He was stunned at first, but then he slowly crouched down. He picked up the paper airplane and lifted the boy up."What's your name?" he asked with a smile. The boy blinked at him.At that moment, a gentle and deep voice sounded. "Elio Hoffis."Nathan looked over. He saw a middle-aged man with a refined appearance stepping out f

The gate was opened. There were two armed men standing outside the iron bars. Both of them looked fierce, and they were holding rifles.At this moment, one of them pointed the rifle at Nathan. He coldly said as he chuckled, "You, stand still. Don't ever think about escaping from here."Tristan quickly intervened as he tried to placate them, "Please calm down, sirs. He's young and spirited. He just got here, so he might have some thoughts of escaping. I'll talk to him later."The other armed man sneered, "Even if we let you out of this building, do you really think you can escape from this private island with no reception?"Nathan's expression became gloomy.Seeing his grim face, the two men burst into laughter and left.As they walked away, one of them said, "There's no reception at all. I feel like I'm a caveman now.""Forget it. Let's make some quick money for a few more years before quitting this job. This island is not a place for humans."As Tristan closed the door, he tur