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

touch his cheek, helicate fingers against e.

bringing

with his and

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

share with you. Thank you for not prying,”

smiled gently, her eyes filled with love and concern. “Dinner has been reheated three times. Let’s go eat.”

led her to the dining table.

evening, Nathan toiled until the early hours. When he returned to their room,

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

idea of bringing the ring into the ward. But Suzanne insisted that the ring could awaken

a white coat suddenly blocked her path. When she

deep and enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke softly,

of “ex-girlfriend”

ause, her heart

beat and a sense of panic creeping

wasn’t Suzanne at all. Yet, Oliver claimed she was, even

knew her. Pondering over it, Oliver was aware of her identity and understood her well.