The Wrong Woman

Chapter 243

As Donald exited the study, Nathan rose to his feet.

“Kind souls wield knives for self-defense, while bandits brandish them for global plunder,” Donald mused as he strolled away.

“General Morrison, I truly hope I would be able to witness Norvanial develop an unbeatable defense weapon, to shield our country from further humiliation. I’ve high hopes for you.” Donald expressed his heartfelt wish.

As Nathan escorted Donald out of Morrison Residence, he felt a pang of discomfort. Suzanne anxiously awaited at the dining table, her spirits stretched thin.

Upon Nathan’s return, Suzanne hurried over, her concern evident. Nate, did Mr. President give you a hard time? Did he scold you? Is he going to punish you?”

Though Nathan’s expression was grim, he managed a faint smile as he gently caressed her long hair. “No, everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Nathan affirmed.

Suzanne re

his h

fingers against e. It was a tender moment between them.

warm, bringing

but cover her hand with his and gazed at her

tired, darling. You’ve been so busy lately. You must

with you. Thank you for not prying,” Nathan responded

filled with love and concern. “Dinner has been reheated three times. Let’s go eat.”

nodded and led her to the

until the early hours. When he returned to their room, Suzanne

at the ICU ward of the hospital. After spending some time with Liam and consulting with the doctors about his condition, she handed over her ring to the doctor.

into the ward. But Suzanne insisted that the ring could awaken

a white coat suddenly blocked her path.

enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke softly,

of “ex-girlfriend” made

ause, her heart

a sense of panic creeping in.

at all. Yet, Oliver claimed she was, even recalling

her identity and understood her well. The crucial. point was that Oliver