The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 371

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 demanded angrily.

Mila held onto Nathan tightly. For the first time in her life, she experienced the agony of losing a loved one.

She realized that the pain ran so deep that she didn't even dare to keep living. It felt like everything in the world was no longer irrelevant to her.

"Kill me," Mila repeated through her sobs, her tone becoming more intense.

Murray walked over, grabbed Mila's collar, and pulled her up, his gaze icy. "Do you think I won't?"

Mila trembled violently, her eyes red from crying, her body still shaking. In a fit of hysteria, she purposely enraged him, "Kill me, kill me! You coward, scum, trash! You're a monster. You're not a monster if you don't kill me!"

Murray was instantly provoked. He drew his gun and pointed it at Mila's head.

Oliver's heart was in turmoil as he glanced at Nathan on the ground and then at Mila, who seemed devoid of any will to live. He knew that if Nathan died, Mila wouldn't survive either.

Oliver hurriedly tried to calm the situation. "Chubs, stay put and don't anger Mr. Manning."

With that, he went down to check Nathan's carotid artery and found a faint pulse. Immediately, he began CPR.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Mila rushed over, kneeling beside Nathan without disturbing Oliver's rescue efforts. She held Nathan's hand gently, rubbing it softly, hoping to give him some warmth.

Holding her breath with her tears shimmering, Mila gazed at Nathan's pale cheek.

In her heart, she silently prayed, "Nate, as long as you survive, I'm willing to do anything."