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

his cheek, helicate fingers against e. It was a tender moment

bringing him

but cover her hand with his and

distressed. “You look so tired, darling. You’ve been

I can’t share with you. Thank you

concern. “Dinner has been reheated three times. Let’s

and led her to the

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

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

ward. But Suzanne insisted that the ring could awaken Liam’s will to survive,

to leave, a male doctor in a white coat suddenly blocked

and enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke softly, “What a coincidence, my dear ex-girlfriend.”

“ex-girlfriend”

ause, her heart

sense of panic creeping

all. Yet, Oliver claimed she

aware of her identity and understood