The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 635

Phoebe hurriedly trailed after Mila as she left. They got into the car nervously. Phoebe wasted no time starting the engine and driving away.

As they fled, Mila pulled out her phone and dialed Nathan's number, her mind racing with fear. Past encounters had taught her to be wary of Yale's potential threats, and she was on edge.

Nathan answered just as Mila's anxiety bubbled over. "Nate, there's Yale's blood on me. What do I do?"

"What happened?" Nathan's voice betrayed his tension.

"I ran into him and Lillian at the clothing store. Things got heated, and I ended up injuring him and getting his blood on my clothes."

"Send me your location right away. Follow my instructions carefully. Head to the nearest police station and lay low for now." Nathan's tone was urgent.

"Got it."

Nathan swiftly deployed a drone for tracking and protection purposes while organizing a team to meet Mila.

Ten minutes later, Mila safely met up with Nathan. Escorted by the military base's team, they rushed to the testing department of the military hospital.

Given the gravity of the situation, the doctors there immediately took the blood samples for analysis. The results were ready three hours later but they lacked crucial reference data.

After a lengthy search through the DNA database, they found the previously stored DNA data for Oliver was missing.

Inside the office of the military hospital director, Nathan's face drained of color as he sat on the sofa, anxiously awaiting the results.

Still at the computer, the director wiped away sweat and stole glances at Nathan's stern expression.

A knock at the door interrupted the tense atmosphere. The captain of the criminal investigation department entered, accompanied by the head of the forensic department.

They stood before Nathan, offering respectful nods. "General Morrison, good day."

Nathan fixed them with a cold stare and asked in a frigid tone, "Have you found anything?"

The captain of the criminal investigation department replied, "I'm afraid not, General Morrison. There's no DNA information about Oliver in the database."

The head of the forensic department added grimly, "We've also lost the samples we had in our department."

The others present nervously remained silent, fearing to attract attention.

With a stern expression, Nathan got up and walked away. He was followed quickly by the others who bid their respectful farewells, "Take care, General Morrison."

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After being escorted home, Mila anxiously awaited Nathan's return. It wasn't until evening that Nathan finally finished his work and returned home.

As soon as he stepped in, Mila rushed over and linked her arm with his. "Nate, you're back."

Nathan smiled warmly and gently patted her head. "Did today scare you?"

"I'm okay. I'm tougher than you think," Mila replied with a smile, a hint of pride in her tone. "I gave Yale a good kick. He probably won't be having kids anytime soon."

"You're quite something. Just the thought of it makes me cringe," Nathan said affectionately.

They settled on the couch in the living room. Mila leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "Did you find out who Yale really is?"