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Chapter 651

As gunfire erupted, Phoebe leaped amid the bullets and swiftly darted down. Everyone rushed to the roadside and fired into the jungle below the slope.

Overwhelmed with fear, Mila sank to the ground, clasping Jasper tightly as he cried in shock. Tears streamed down Mila's face.

Could Phoebe survive such an onslaught? Mila couldn't bring herself to look down the slope, her heart wrenched at the thought of Phoebe's safety. "Take her away," Jacob commanded.

Mila was led into another vehicle by the armed men. Slowly, she wiped away her tears, soothing Jasper in her embrace. They were then taken to a cottage, where food, water, formula, and diapers were provided.

The next morning, Mila was relocated. Blindfolded, she boarded a car and traveled for about an hour. Despite being unable to see, Mila could sense their proximity to the frontiers, though they were now farther from the military base.

She was confined within a white vintage villa, with a garden adorned with tulips and guarded by armed sentries.

With Jasper by her side, Mila did not dare to resist and just resigned to await Nathan's rescue. She held onto the hope that Nathan would come for them.

She also believed that Phoebe couldn't be dead. It simply couldn't happen. Phoebe had just begun a new chapter in life with her marriage. She couldn't die. What would Cole do if she did?

Mila often found herself shedding tears in secret and lost in anxious thoughts.

As more than a week passed in captivity, Mila saw no sign of Nathan coming to her rescue or the appearance of Oliver.

With the election drawing closer, Mila suspected that Oliver, in his quest for victory, was using her and Jasper as leverage against Nathan.

Nathan must have realized her disappearance by now. The thought of his worry weighed heavily on Mila, keeping her awake at night and melancholic during the day. If not for Jasper's presence, she couldn't fathom how to endure these days.

One day, Mila was sitting alone, quietly eating her lunch. The sound of the door opening echoed from outside.

Following that, the respectful voice of the gatekeeper chimed in, "Good afternoon, Mr. Xander."

Mila set down her utensils, rising nervously from her seat, her gaze fixed tightly on the doorway. Yale, dressed sharply, strode in with a smile playing on his lips.

Mila had anticipated his arrival, so it wasn't a surge of surprise that filled her, but rather a bubbling cauldron of anger and resentment. She remained silent, her eyes blazing with fury as she watched him.

"Chubs, Nathan's gone mad," Yale chuckled, but his laughter quickly turned into a snarl, his teeth clenched in frustration. "He's truly crazy."

"What do you mean?" Mila asked anxiously, gathering the sleeping Jasper into her arms and holding him protectively as she stared at Yale.

Yale settled onto the couch, playing with his tie in irritation. Through gritted teeth, he spat out, "He's insane!"

Mila's unease deepened, her heart torn between anger and fear. Was the insanity referred to Nathan's state of mind or his actions?

Meeting Mila's unwaveringly furious gaze, Yale's curiosity sparked. "Why aren't you asking me why I've taken you captive?"

Mila scoffed, "Your identity was exposed long ago, wasn't it? There's no need to ask."

Oliver sneered, reclining on the

couch and casting his gaze upward.

In a low murmur, he said, "Chubs,

come with me. I'll treat you nicely and take care of Nathan's son as my own."

He wanted her to go with him? In his dreams! She would rather die here than go with Oliver.

Approaching him, Mila demanded angrily, "What's wrong with Nate?"

Oliver replied nonchalantly, "He lost his mind."

Mila felt a constriction in her chest. It sounded all too familiar to Nathan's demeanor.

Muttering to himself, Oliver

continued, "I should have Warnet

after the election, where I had, ascended to power, and then kept you by my side."

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With a rueful smile, Oliver lamented, "I worry that after you joined the military base, I'd lose any chance with you. Chubs, I took another risk for you."

Mila retorted sternly, each word dripping with anger, "Oliver, you killed my grandmother and imprisoned my parents for years.

"After everything you've done, did you truly believe that imprisoning me would make me want to be with you?

"Dream on. Even in death, I won't grant you peace!"

Tears shimmered in Oliver's eyes as he stood tall, a mixture of laughter and sorrow escaping him as he looked at Mila. "Did you ever care for me back then when I kept a low profile?

"I've risked it all for you multiple times. Even Lucas said I was a fool for love. But what about you? Do you understand my feelings?"

"I don't care," Mila replied disdainfully.

With a determined smile, Oliver approached Mila slowly. "That's why I must keep you captive. Otherwise, I'll never win your heart."

Mila, holding Jasper tightly, backed away timidly. As Oliver drew near she hurriedly turned and sprinted upstairs, locking herself in her room.

Watching her panicked escape, tears filled Oliver's eyes.

This time around, he had no way out. Nathan had lost his mind and Dorzania was no longer safe.

Meanwhile, in Tacker Manor in Phoenicia, Donald slammed his hand on the table, his expression twisted in anger and frustration as he yelled at Nathan, "We still have over a month left, why couldn't you wait? Why? You've thrown Norvania into chaos, striking fear in everyone!"

Nathan remained unfazed, his tone cold. "During your term, you've been indecisive, allowing foreign influences to infiltrate every aspect of Norvania.

"I planned to wait until you stepped down before acting, but I was wrong. I won't wait another second."

Taking a deep breath, Donald tried to

calm himself before continuing, "Fine, I can understand rooting out spies and even killing Jacob, but- shutting down all Yale's businesses and issuing a warrant for his arrest without a valid reason? You've gone too far!

"And why lead troops to attack Dorzania's islands? Why invade another country's territory? Do you even see me as the President anymore?"

Nathan's gaze was as sharp as a blade, an intimidating aura surrounding him. With Mila and Jasper being abducted and their whereabouts unknown, he would hesitate at nothing, even if the President, Donald himself stood in his way.

Phoebe had returned to Phoenicia wounded.

Upon discovering Mila and Jasper's abduction, Nathan wasted no time and swiftly ordered Jacob's arrest. Two days later, Jacob was apprehended, but no information on their whereabouts could be

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extracted. Without hesitation, Jacob was executed.

Suspected spies within the military base were arrested and subjected to intense questioning, throwing the military base into disarray and instilling fear in many.

Under the pretext of a military operation, Nathan seized the opportunity to launch an attack on Dorzania's small islands, dismantling the Dark Shadows Society and eliminating their leaders including Murray.

Nathan's focus then shifted to Phoenicia.

All industries under Yale's name were deemed threats to national security, resulting in the shutdown of all business operations. Every venture was halted, and Yale's financial resources were drained. Had it not been for Lillian's timely intervention and support, Yale wouldn't have escaped Phoenicia.

Now, Nathan relentlessly hunted

Yale worldwide as well as searched for Mila and Jasper. His search initially concentrated on the

frontiers, where he established net

high-security checkpoints to monitor all-modes of transportation

ensuring no one slipped through the cracks.

Regardless of the election outcome, Nathan was determined to crush these dark forces once and for all.

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Only by destroying Dark Shadows Society's headquarters could they scatter the spies, leaving them without leaders and severing their communication network.

Donald thrust a bundle of diplomatic papers toward Nathan. "Take a look at these. They're all condemnations from Dorzania. Other nations are joining in, imposing sanctions, and fighting back. There are surely more to follow!"

Nathan's fury ignited. "Your diplomatic efforts have been great. You were playing both sides, avoiding trouble, and turning a blind eye to incompetence and corruption. All those have led Norvania into decline. "You should really step down," Nathan spat the final words before striding off without a backward glance.

Donald's face blanched with anger, but he felt powerless. He carried the title of the president, but Nathan held the might of the military. Even as the outgoing leader, Donald had to tread cautiously around Nathan.

Exiting Tacker Manor, Cole hurried to catch up to Nathan, his demeanor tense. "Mr. Morrison, are you alright? Is Mr. President upset?"

Nathan replied as they walked, "His mood is least of our concern now. Any news?"

Cole nodded. "The search area is narrowing after one week of thorough searching." Nathan commanded, "Locate Oliver and take him alive. He still serves a purpose." Puzzled, Cole asked, "Why?"

Nathan remained silent, and Cole didn't press further. They boarded a military vehicle, the engine roaring to life as they departed Tacker Manor.

As the misty rain fell, the chill in the air deepened.

Oliver had remained since his arrival, showing no inclination to leave. Mila sensed that his aspirations for the presidency had waned.

Instead, he appeared preoccupied these few days, seeking solutions, maneuvering behind the scenes, and preparing to take her away from Norvania. The wind whipped fiercely outdoors, and the rain persisted, obscuring the visibility.

Mila lulled Jasper to sleep inside the room. She then stood by the glass window of the balcony, silently observing the garden in melancholy.

With a click, the locked door was swung open. Hearing the sound, Mila turned anxiously to find Oliver stepping in, pocketing the keys. Mila, her back against the glass door, trembled as she spoke, "What do you want?"

"Chubs, I've got everything arranged. We can escape to Xyperia by sea have investments and properties there I promise, we'll never suffer again," Oliver pleaded.

"Oliver, I've said it one last time. I'll never go with you, even if it costs me my life," Mila declared firmly.

Oliver's face twisted in anguish, his

fury flared as he grasped Mila's

shoulders. "Chubs, every misstol

I've taken, I've taken for you! Why can't you see my sincerity?"

"You've made your own choices, Oliver. Don't drag me into them!" Mila shot back defiantly.

Tears welled in Oliver's eyes as he gestured to Jasper on the bed. "If you won't come with me, then I'll end his life!"

Mila stood her ground, unwavering. "Do it! Take us both if you must. We're in this together!"

Oliver's laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a sinister glint in his eyes as he tightened his grip on her shoulders. Mila couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Oliver's demeanor had shifted, becoming increasingly menacing.

In a chilling tone, Oliver asked, "What if I kill Nathan? If he's gone, will you come with me?"

Mila's heart skipped a beat, anxiety coursing through her veins. "What do you mean?"

Seeing the tension in her eyes, Oliver realized that, in Mila's mind, Nathan held more importance than their child. It shattered him.

His rage boiling over, Oliver growled, "I'll kill Nathan, and then we'll leave!"

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Mila's unwavering gaze held steady, exuding confidence as she asserted, "Oliver, you can't kill Nate. You're not even close to being his match."

Oliver's sneer deepened, tears staining his flushed cheeks. His laughter turned sinister, and his expression hardened as he gripped Mila's chin, forcing her to meet his icy stare. "You're right. I'm not his match. He's a defense general in Norvania, and I'm just an ordinary guy.

"But with you by my side, Chubs, I have the upper hand."

Mila's chuckle was laced with ice, devoid of fear. "Even so, you still can't take him down."

"You're wrong. I can do it right now," Oliver declared with unwavering conviction.

Mila's heart plummeted, anxiety tightening its grip, making it hard for her to swallow. Fear and unease consumed her thoughts.

Oliver's tone softened as he spoke, "Put the child down. I'll take you to him."

At that moment, the color drained from Mila's face, her shock evident as her heart raced. "Could it be real? Has Oliver truly captured Nate?" she pondered.

Oliver swiftly took Jasper from her arms and placed him in the infant seat. Trembling with nervousness, Mila attempted to reclaim her son, but Oliver seized her arm and pulled her away. "Let's go. I'll take you to see him now."

Mila's legs turned to jelly with fear.

As they exited the villa, they were met with the misty rain and chilly breeze, the coldness slicing through them like tiny blades.

Mila was drenched by the rain, her vision blurred as Oliver led her forward. They passed through the front garden pathway, heading toward the backyard lawn.

In the distance, a large pit was dug in the ground, surrounded by two armed men and a familiar figure bound before them.

As they drew closer, Mila recognized the familiar face.

Nathan was tied up with his mouth

gagged. His eyes lighted up with excitement at the sight of Mila The armed men held him firmly implace, preventing him from moving.

"Nate..." Mila's heart felt like it had been torn apart, bloodied and raw The pain

pierced deep into homet

bones. Fear coursed through her, shaking her to her core.

"Nate." She yearned to rush forward, but Oliver's grip on her arm held her firm, halting her advance.

As the rain intensified, blurring Mila's tear-streaked vision, she stared at Nathan who was just 32 feet away.

With all her might, she pleaded, "Oliver, release Nate, please! I'm begging you. I'll agree to anything you ask, just let him go!"

Oliver clenched his teeth as he responded, "Chubs, I must end him. If I don't, you'll never let him go."

"No!" Mila sank to her knees, clutching Oliver's pants, her voice ragged with tears. "Please, spare Nate. Please!"

Joining her on the ground, Oliver

gently cupped her face, tears mingling with the rain. His voice

choked with emotion. "Cy

love for you matches yours for him. Can you feel my pain?

"We're just a few years apart in age. We grew up together and you used to call me uncle. But all I ever wanted was to marry you.

"I thought if I stripped everything from the Hoffis family, you'd be mine.

"I thought if I imprisoned those who kept us apart, you'd be mine. But even with lost memories, you chose Nathan. Do you understand my pain? "Chubs, I love you. I love you so much," Oliver's voice cracked.

Through her sobs, Mila nodded. "Fine, if you love me, release Nate. I'll go with you. I'll stay by your side. Just spare him and I'll agree to anything!" Tears streamed down Oliver's face, but amidst the sorrow, he laughed and tilted his head, letting the rain cascade over him again.

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"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 gave out and collapsed.

Oliver dragged her back. In a frenzy, she bit his arm, wishing she could end him with one bite. Oliver winced in pain and immediately released her.

As Mila rushed forward, Nathan's body was already half-buried.

The men picked up their guns, aiming at Mila but didn't fire.

Mila knelt on the blood-soaked earth and dug desperately into the ground. The chilling rain beat down on her, numbing her to the core. Her body ached as her tears flowed as violently as the storm. "Nate, hold on..." Mila's determination drove her to dig deeper.

"Nate, you can't die, do you hear me? You can't leave me and Jasper!" Mila cried out, her voice choked with emotion.

"How am I supposed to go on without you?" Her breath hitched as she yelled.

Despite her relentless efforts, the soil piled on Nathan remained thick. All her fingers bled from the digging.

Time crawled by, and beneath Oliver's watchful gaze, Mila's hands finally touched Nathan's.

She clung to his cold hand and pulled with all her might. "Nate, please, wake up!"

Oliver rushed over immediately and dragged her away. The two men picked up the shovels and resumed their task.

"No!" Mila fought against Oliver's embrace, screaming, "Oliver, I'll make you pay, I kill you!"

Her final scream tore through her, her heartache overwhelming her as she succumbed to unconsciousness in the rain. The rain persisted through the night.

With the dawn came a clearing sky, and a rainbow arched on the horizon.

Mila

nightke as if emerging from a

but the pain was all too

real. Real enough to feel the

Rapet

the pain in

her fingers, her heart, and her head.

She rose slowly from her bed.

Oliver was cradling and cooing

Jasper

the couch. All his past et

actions were as if a devil, yet.

smiled at Jasper like an angel.

As Mila got out of bed, Oliver glanced up and uttered, "You're awake?"

Mila had no strength left to reply. She made her way to the balcony, her gaze fixed on the spot in the backyard.

In her dream earlier, that spot was where Nathan had died. Now, a freshly built grave occupied the space.

Tears fell uncontrollably down Mila's

cheeks, Dizziness overwhelmed her,

her stomach churned, and a rising

wave of blood in her chest le

her

feeling nauseous.

Unable to bear the pain all over her body, Mila sank to her knees. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing.

Oliver approached and ordered, "Chubs, you have three days. Within three days, forget him, forget the pain, and be with me."

 

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"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 into her mouth, curled up, and sobbed.

Since that day, Mila's body weakened day by day. Though unable to keep anything down, she forced herself to eat after every vomit, pushing herself to recover quickly. She knew strength was needed to resist and to kill Oliver.

After the demise of the Dark Shadows Society by Nathan, Oliver tried to contact for days but found no one who could aid him. Without them, Oliver found himself utterly helpless.

One afternoon, Oliver was in the kitchen preparing a tonic for Mila, when his phone rang.

The number was unknown. With caution, Oliver answered the call.

"Ollie, it's Daniel," came the voice from the other end.

Oliver fell silent, nervously awaiting what was to come.

Daniel continued, "I know you're planning to leave Norvania. I can help you."

"

Oliver couldn't help but scoff, "Seriously? Help me? Find a better reason to catch me." After a moment of realization, he asked again, "How did you even get my number?" Daniel calmly replied, "I have my ways. I'm helping you, but there's a condition." Oliver was taken aback. He paused and considered before replying, "Go on." "I'll help you leave Norvania, and you help me with brain surgery," Daniel proposed.

Oliver hesitated.

If Daniel could help him, it could be a game-changer, increasing the chances of success. But he remained cautious. "Why should I trust you?"

Daniel chuckled lightly and asked in

return, "Oliver, after all these years as brothers, don't you trust me? I'm a man of my word, I won't deceive you."

Oliver countered, "We're in this together only if you're fully committed. I help you regain your sight, and you help me leave Norvania." "What do you want me to do?" Daniel inquired.

Oliver cast a cautious glance around the kitchen, then stepped into the living room to ensure Mila wasn't within earshot. Returning to the kitchen, he lowered his voice, "Kill Nathan."

Daniel hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm willing to join forces with you to regain my sight. But won't take Nate's life. He's my brother, and I can't do it."

Oliver's scoff was evident. "Then we have no deal."

Daniel responded, "I can kill Mr. President, Cole, or anyone else around Nate."

"No, it has to be him."

Daniel hesitated. After a moment, his voice echoed, "Give me a day."

"Agreed," Oliver responded.

He knew Daniel was eager to undergo the brain surgery, and he was confident in his ability to help Daniel regain his sight.

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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 Oliver admired his unwavering determination to regain his sight. After what felt like an eternity, Daniel's call finally came.

He seemed greatly shaken with unstable emotion and a trembling voice. "Ollie, I've killed Nate. Help me with the surgery, and I'll assist you in leaving Norvania."

"Alright. Prepare a well-equipped neurosurgical hospital and I'll need three skilled assistants, preferably all neurosurgeons," Oliver instructed.

Daniel responded slowly, "I'll make the arrangements."

"After the surgery, arrange for a plane with a competent pilot," Oliver added.

"How soon until I regain my sight?" Daniel inquired.

"If your vision is hindered by a blood clot, the effect will be immediate upon removal. You'll gradually recover on the first day, maybe slower, around three to five days, depending on the actual situation," Oliver explained.

"We're in this together now, Ollie," Daniel said.

Oliver beamed, "Yes, we're in this together. Your restored vision means I can leave Norvania alive. Trust me with your surgery."

Daniel hummed in agreement. The two discussed the preparations before the surgery. The surgery was scheduled for the next afternoon.

Oliver left the frontiers by a car that

day. He found that all the checkpoints were removed and it was no longer as strict as before. With Nathan's death, the military base was now a mess.

Oliver smoothly reached the airport and boarded a flight to Phoenicia. The journey was surprisingly uneventful.

In a private hospital ward, Oliver finally saw Daniel.

He had worn a mask throughout the journey.

Entering the ward, Oliver found Daniel seated on the bed, eyes closed in repose. Pulling a chair closer, Oliver sat beside him. "You're here. Why the silence?" Daniel questioned.

Oliver grinned. "How did you do it?"

"Nate trusted me completely. Killing him was a simple task," Daniel said.

"I'm not referring to that. I'm talking about the checkpoints all the way here. How did you ensure that no one checked my identity at all?" Oliver inquired.

"Your warrant had no grounds to begin with. With the right connections, it was easily lifted," Daniel explained.

Excitement bubbled within Oliver. "So, am I free now?"

Daniel shook his head, his tone

serious, "Nate may be gone, but his

assistant Cole is still there. He's tightening security at the frontiers, determined to get you."

Oliver grasped Daniel's hand firmly. "To a pleasant cooperation, Daniel."

A faint smile graced Daniel's lips. "Yeah, pleasant cooperation, Ollie."

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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. Phoebe stood at the doorway with tears shimmering in her eyes and a faint smile on her lips.

Mila, her eyes filled with tears, couldn't help but voice her frustration. "Phoebe, it's great to know that you're fine. But even you've been dragged into this. How can you still smile?" Phoebe gestured toward the door and replied, "I came in through the front gate."

Mila was taken aback.

Shortly after, Cole arrived with several soldiers from the military base. With disdain, he remarked, "Only two armed guards in the entire house. A couple of stabs, and it's over, saving bullets."

Upon noticing Mila, he greeted her respectfully. "Madam, my apologies for arriving late. You must had a hard time here."

Seeing Cole again reminded Mila of Nathan, rendering her speechless with heartache. She covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Observing Mila's distress, Phoebe approached and embraced her, offering gentle words of comfort. "Don't cry, Mila. Everything will be okay."

Choking back her tears, Mila instructed Cole, "Go dig up Nathan. I want to take him home."

Cole was bewildered. "Who?"

Tears streaming silently down her face, Mila pointed toward the grave. Cole and Phoebe exchanged astonished glances.

Cole asked incredulously, "Do you mean Mr. Morrison was buried there?"

Overwhelmed with sadness, Mila nodded silently, her heart heavy with grief.

Cole commanded, "Dig up the grave immediately."

"Yes, sir." The soldiers obeyed and hurried over.

Curious, Phoebe looked at Cole and asked, "But didn't you say Mr. Morrison faked his death? Why would he be buried here?"

Puzzled, Cole replied, "He did fake

his death according to the plan. The news online was all fabricated and will be clarified in a few days There's no way he would be here."

"Let's go and see," Phoebe suggested, taking Mila's hand and leading the way. Cole trailed behind them.

As they passed through the

backyard lawn and arrived at the

opened grave, Cole joined the

digging team. He wasn't worried,

after all, he had seen Nathan just the day before yesterday in Phoenicia.

Mila's complexion grew even paler as the body gradually emerged from the earth. She leaned on Phoebe for support, feeling unsteady.

Phoebe held her tightly and

reassured her. "Mila, Mr. Morrison hasn't shown up these days, but he definitely wouldn't be here. This person surely isn't him."

The excavated body was already stiff, its facial features blurred by the mud.

Cole put on his military gloves and wiped away the dirt on the body. In astonishment, he exclaimed, "Holy crap, he really looks like Mr. Morrison."

Panic seized Phoebe.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Mila collapsed against Phoebe's shoulder and started sobbing uncontrollably.

Cole, feeling the tension, quickly dialed Nathan's number. The phone rang for a long time and Cole's heart sank even further.

After a long wait, Nathan's voice finally came through. "Have you found Chubs?"

Cole let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're alive, Mr. Morrison. You scared me."

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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." Mila's voice trembled with nervousness, fearing the consequences if he were to return and face danger once again.

She felt an overwhelming sense of relief at narrowly avoiding a disaster. She dreaded the thought of losing Nathan again, having already endured that pain once before and never wanting to experience it again.

"Cole will keep you safe. Don't worry."

"Yeah, let's end the call for now. We'll talk when we meet."

"Okay."

Mila ended the call and hastily passed the phone to Cole, saying, "Let's clean up and leave immediately."

"Alright." Cole accepted the phone, his curiosity piqued. "Who's this guy? He looks so much like Mr. Morrison, it's uncanny."

A soldier chimed in, "Could he be the famous influencer who resembles Mr. Morrison? He gained fame on social media by impersonating him."

Cole was astonished. "No wonder."

Phoebe suggested, "Let's call the police to handle this body."

Mila finally grasped the situation. Oliver had purposely brought a man resembling Nathan on a rainy day, and killed him before her eyes, to shatter her heart and sever her attachment toward Nathan. It was a cruel act indeed.

Mila turned and headed back to the villa, Phoebe quickly following. "Where are you going, Mila?"

"Jasper is still upstairs."

Phoebe quickened her pace.

As they walked, Mila asked, "Phoebe, how did you manage to find us here?"

Phoebe replied, "Mr. Morrison has been sending people to search for you these days. We didn't expect to actually find you."

"We need to hurry. It'll be bad if Oliver returns."

"He won't be coming back."

"Huh?" Mila was puzzled.

Phoebe smiled softly. "He's already under the control of Mr. Daniel and Mr. Morrison. He's in deep trouble now."

Mila didn't have time for further

questions. She went upstairs to get

Jasper and boarded the military base's vehicle. Under Cole and Phoebe's escort, Mila and Jasper safely departed for the military base.

It was soon a few days later in Phoenicia.

Daniel's surgery was a success. After days of rest, his vision gradually improved.

Oliver, as his attending physician, had been closely monitoring his condition and prescribing

medications to aid his recover

After Daniel regained his sight, Oliver was eager to leave.

Daniel was filled with joy.

Anxiously, Oliver inquired, "Daniel, when will you arrange for my departure?"

Daniel, lying on the hospital bed, smiled faintly at him. "This afternoon."

"Is everything set?" Oliver asked eagerly.

Daniel smiled. "Yes. A helicopter will take you directly abroad."

Oliver felt nervous. "I need to make a trip to the frontiers and bring along the people I want."

Daniel closed his eyes, still feeling a

bit dry and tired after his recovery "Just inform the pilot. He'll follow your instructions. Wherever you wish to go, he'll take you."

Oliver patted Daniel's shoulder excitedly, feeling grateful. "You're still as loyal and friendly as ever."

Daniel's lips curved into a slight smile.

Chapter 660

Chapter 660

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 knowledge rendered him helpless.

Eventually, he exited the plane, facing an open expanse surrounded by imposing walls before him.

Before long, the prison gates swung open, revealing the warden and a cadre of heavily armed guards.

"Welcome to the Frontiers Penitentiary, Mr. Hoffis," greeted the warden.

As realization dawned upon him, Oliver's countenance drained of color, and his faith shattered. He then realized Daniel's deception. "I won't let you off the hook, Daniel Morrison!" he inwardly cursed. Following Daniel's hospital discharge, videos and online reports swiftly debunked the false rumors of Nathan's death, which had ignited a frenzy across social media platforms.

The election proceeded as scheduled.

Donald lost and retired early. The new President, younger and more charismatic, garnered widespread adoration from the populace.

Lillian chose not to give birth to the child. In light of Yale's true identity, she opted against carrying the child. Instead, she relinquished her prior haughtiness and remarried.

Post-election, Norvania intensified

its efforts to foot out national

traitors. The screenings for government positions, military enlistment, and military marriages vigorously,

were implemented here

they must undergo three

generations of political scrutiny.

Two months later, in the research department of the military base, Mila was wearing a pristine white lab coat, her long hair tied up elegantly. Even without makeup on, she

exuded refinement.

Seated at the laboratory bench, she meticulously analyzed new substances and methodically documented their substance division sequence. Several senior scientists stood behind her, attentively examining her analysis results. Her focused demeanor was utterly captivating.

"How did you discover this division series?" queried one of the scientists.

Handing over the instrument, Mila replied, "Take a look at this."

The scientists explored the findings one by one, their subsequent reactions ranging from amazement to excitement to invigorating enthusiasm.

Research was always a process of gradual accumulation over long periods, inching closer to success. Even a small discovery could consume months or even years of a scientist's time. During lunch break, everyone left their workstations and headed to the cafeteria.

Mila shed her lab attire and strolled out of the research department. As she reached the door, her footsteps suddenly halted.

After being apart for over two months, Mila's heart surged with emotion at the sight of Nathan once again.

Though turmoil roiled within her, she

met his affectionate gaze and charming appearance with tender eyes. Despite being outwardly calm, tears glistened in her eyes, and she gently bit her lip into a knowing smile.

wn

Nathan strode toward her, and she walked toward him. As they drew near, Nathan enveloped her in a tight embrace.

With closed eyes, tears of joy trickled down Mila's cheeks as she nestled against Nathan's sturdy chest. She savored his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and his reassuring breath. "Chubs, I'm here."