The Wrong Woman

The soft spring breeze blew as the sun disappeared behind the hills.

On a tennis court at a private club, Nathan and Donald were playing a match. Soaked in sweat, Donald looked tired and was breathing heavily. However, Nathan seemed completely relaxed. After a few rounds, it was clear that Donald was struggling to keep up. He raised his hand, asking for a break. "Let's take a breather and continue later."

Nathan stopped playing and walked casually to the bench. He grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to Donald.

Gasping for air, Donald said, "I can't keep pace with you youngsters anymore. I'm getting old, and my stamina's fading."

Nathan smirked, taking a sip of water without saying anything flattering.

"What's up with the tension between you and Lillian lately?" Nathan asked bluntly.

Donald's face tightened. "Since when did you start prying into my family business? That's not like you."

"I'm not interested in your family drama. It's about her husband, Yale," Nathan clarified.

Donald slumped onto the bench, wiping sweat off his face with a towel. "What about Yale?"

Nathan's expression turned serious as he sat beside Donald. "I suspect there's something off about Yale's identity. I need your help to get his DNA."

looked surprised. "Is he some

yet. I don't want to accuse

something so small? Just arrest him and do

and we can't afford

I investigated him. He's clean and hasn't done anything shady.

looked at him, puzzled. He couldn't

ahead and mumbled, "General Morrison, I'm not like you. The president's job in Norvania changes every few years, while you

higher rank, I don't have much real power. Every decision I make has to go through red tape. Unlike you, who commands several

me. Let me retire peacefully, and when the new president

agreed, but he grasped Donald's motive: self-preservation and a peaceful

were any significant problems with Yale, Donald would likely

could exploit the situation to undermine Donald and make his remaining

brief pause, Nathan cautiously asked, "Your tension with Lillian-it's because of Yale,

Donald remained silent.

matter further. He had hoped to glean more insight by mentioning