The Wrong Woman
Chapter 600

This was the most annoying maid of honor in Norvania's history, without a doubt.

Nathan couldn't wait to step off the stage. Instead of returning to his seat, he left the banquet hall alone. No one knew where he was going or why he left in such a hurry. Just as everyone was curious, the wedding resumed its original order.

The wedding reception followed. The bride and groom shared their love story, cutting the cake and making toast.

Yale absentmindedly stared at the white handkerchief in his hand. He took off his ring and removed the needle then tossed it to the ground.

He stared at the white handkerchief with a sinister look on his face. After a while, he finally returned to his senses and began to feel nervous.

He took out his phone and urgently dialed a number while walking backstage.

"Yale, where are you going?" Lillian asked.

Yale forced a smile and said, "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, with only the bride and the host on stage.

Breathing heavily, Yale hid in the corner. He looked sinister as he commanded with a chilly tone, "Nathan had my blood with him. He should be heading toward the military hospital.

"I don't care what methods you use; kill him or snatch back the blood-stained handkerchief. Make sure he can't enter the military hospital."

The person on the phone asked, "Are you sure he has the blood-stained handkerchief with him?"

Yale replied, "Even Lucas would betray him. He won't trust others anymore. I'm sure he'll go to the hospital alone with my blood for DNA testing. He won't hand it over to anyone else." "Understood," the other person hung up.

Yale gritted his teeth as he glared at the ring in his hand.

He was so cautious and had already gone through every detail, yet he was still suspected.

Yale had an extreme hatred toward Nathan. He thought that no wonder Nathan readily agreed to be the best man. He had planned all this.

Yale regained his composure before returning to the stage. He looked at Mila and saw she was gently smiling.

The wedding continued.

Mila felt inexplicably restless. She sensed something bad would happen, making her unable to calm down.

Soon, her phone rang twice. She unlocked her phone to check.

It was a message from Nathan. "Chubs, no matter what happens, don't be afraid. Stay calm and wait for me to come back."

When she had just received the message, she hadn't made any reaction. Nearby, Cole looked flustered as he answered a phone call, then hurriedly left the banquet hall, leaving Phoebe behind. The banquet continued. Mila was absentmindedly eating the food.

At that moment, Cole rushed back. He panted heavily, his face pale. He leaned toward Mila and whispered in her ear, "Madam, General Morrison is in trouble."

Mila froze. She began to worry and was filled with a sense of dread. She immediately thought of the message Nathan had just sent.

She preferred to believe it was part of his plan.

"What happened to him?" she asked calmly.

"General Morrison had an accident on the overpass. He fell into the river. The rescue team is searching for him now."

Mila's hand trembled as tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to control her emotions.

She stood up and said, her voice faltering, "Don't alert anyone. I'll go with you to check on him."

"Okay," Cole said. He then brought Mila and Phoebe out of the banquet hall.

On the stage, Yale's gaze deepened.

He smirked as he watched Mila walk away.

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