The Wrong Woman

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Chapter 202

Suzanne nodded with a serious expression and committed the doctor’s

words to memory.

After cleaning up and leaving sfurther instructions, he left the room.

Suzanne stood frozen in place while she scanned his injuries, her heart breaking. Her expression looked grim. She hadn’t said anything since she entered the room and only looked extremely guilt– ridden.

Upon noticing this, Nathan reassured her, “Don’t worry, I’ve gotten injured more than I can keep count.

This is child’s play.”

The way he brushed it off only made her heart ache more. His previous injury was a bullet that almost grazed his heart. How could he be so relaxed when one small mishap could cost him his life?

This time, he was covered in cuts. She couldn’t possibly imagine how much danger he’d been through all these years.

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He frowned, his heart clenched at the sight of her looking upset. “Why can’t you stop your tears? Are you worried about me?” he asked.

She

nediately turned her back to him and hastily wiped away her tears.

Nathan pursed his lips, and a disappointed laugh escaped his mouth. He must’ve read too much into it. After all, how could she be concerned about him when she was so adamant about getting a divorce?

Maybe she was just shocked by the wounds on his body. All she felt for him was most likely nothing more than pity and gratitude.

After drying her tears, Suzanne calmed herself and approached him again. She picked up the hospital gown on the bed and said with a slight sob, “Put this on. You’ll catch a cold.”

Nathan stared at her intensely while gradually doing as she said.

She didn’t dare to make eye contact with him. Under his stare, her cheeks reddened, and her heartbeat quickened.

“Did you happen to see Liam?” she asked timidly.

“No, I didn’t,” he replied in a low voice.

“What about the missing weapons?”

“I found them.”

She was startled at the response. The hands on his buttons stilled as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

“That’s great,” she said. “Does that mean you can send troops over to encircle them now?”

“It’s not that easy as it involves politics of both countries.”

Ignorant to political matters, Suzanne didn’t question any further.

On the other hand, Nathan asked curiously, “My brother left the family five years ago. How do you know him?”

“I don’t. He thought I was someone else.” She did the last of his buttons and sat on the chair beside him.

He frowned. “What do you mean he thought you were someone else?”

She sighed lightly. “He thought I was Sally Hoffis,” she explained. “After I ran into him, he protected me from the drug traffickers. He even sent you that message.”

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Nathan’s eyes went dark. He stared at her face and fell silent. His grandmother and Liam weren’t the only ones who mixed her up with someone else at first glance.

Truth be told, he’d also thought she was Sally when he first saw her three

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years ago. He still vividly remembered the feeling of excitement he felt then.

The first thing he said to her was, “You’re back, Chubs?”

The woman smiled sweetly at him, correcting him, “You have the wrong person, Mr. Morrison. My name is Suzanne York.”

In that split moment, he felt extremely disappointed.

Afterward, he sent someone to look into it. Only then did he find out that Sally was still working at Sunterland and staying with her parents and uncle.

The woman in front of him was none other than Suzanne herself.

When Sally returned to the country, he wasn’t overcwith emotion. A year later, it didn’t feel the sas when he first had a crush on her, either. He didn’t even get any butterflies.

Then, his grandmother forced him to get married.

Nathan married Suzanne for two reasons. First, it was pressure from his grandmother. Secondly, he’d started developing unwanted feelings for this girl who had an uncanny resemblance to Chubs.

Now, everything was too much of a coincidence. He had every reason to believe that both of her DNA tests could’ve been faulty.

He took a deep breath and mustered the courage to ask, “Is there a gray mo‘ the inside of your thigh?”

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