The Wrong Woman
Chapter 174

Suzanne supported Betty’s decision to divorce, but she drew the line when it came to providing her aplace to stay.

Instead, she encouraged Betty to look for a job, to enrich herself with knowledge and skills, and tobecome a better self.

Betty, seeing no benefit in further conversation, retreated to the comfort of the York family withdisappointment.

A week passed, and the long-awaited DNA test results were finally ready.

Despite mentally preparing herself for the outcome, Suzanne found herself shattered by the reality theyrevealed.

She stood dumbfounded outside the hospital with tears clouding her vision as she saw the wordsconfirming her lack of biological relation.

The report validated all the suspicions and inconsistencies surrounding her identity.

If she wasn’t Suzanne, then who was she? Where were her true and friends? And what dark motiveslay behind the elaborate sch to mold her into Suzanne?

On her ride home in the car, her mind swirled with these unsettling questions. Overwhelmed andunable to unburden herself, she found herself longing for Nathan’s comforting presence.

Though the sun bathed the outside world in its warm glow, Suzanne’s thoughts churned in turmoil.

Gathering all her courage, she took out her phone and dialed Nathan’s number. After a hesitant pauseand a deep breath, she pressed the

call button.

The phone rang twice before Nathan answered, setting Suzanne’s heart racing with excitement.

“Suzy,” echoed Nathan’s voice, both deep and soothing.

Her heart fluttered at the sound. Despite their silence all week, his tone carried an unexpected warmthand concern. She wondered if could she have misinterpreted it.

“Are you busy?” Suzanne asked cautiously, her heart fluttering with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Conversations with Nathan always left her feeling uneasy and apprehensive due to her profoundaffection and longing in her heart.

“Not really,” he replied.

“I see,” Suzanne responded, her gaze dropping as conflicting emotions swirled within her. She wishedto open up to him, yet doubt clouded her trust. In an instant, words eluded her.

“Is there anything you need?” he inquired.

Suzanne sighed, “No. I realized it’s been a week since we last spoke. just wanted to see how you weredoing.”

Nathan stood in the corridor outside his office, where an important meeting was underway. He put themeeting on hold as he noticed Suzanne’s call.

Leaning against the wall, he gazed down at his shoes, a subtle smile gracing his lips. “Yeah, it’s been aweek.”

For him, a mere week felt interminable, almost like a year had passed.

During the silent hours of the night, Nathan grappled with the decision of whether to call Suzanne. Hefeared that he might disturb her sleep, dreaded the awkwardness of conversation, or worse, worriedshe might not want to talk at all.

Furthermore, he feared the irresistible urge to fly back to Phoenicia to see her.

Throughout the week, he endured torment as his longing intensified, yet he forced himself to restrainhis impulses.

Suzanne fidgeted with her clothes, her fingers betraying her nervousness. After much deliberation, shemurmured, “I’m done with my work.”

Nathan sounded confused. “Hmm?”

Suzanne’s face flushed and her palms were sweaty with

nervousness. With a deep breath, she summoned her courage as she continued, “I’ve finished mywork, so I can come to see you. But I’m afraid I might disturb your work, so I’

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“Don’t worry about that,” Nathan interjected eagerly, his voice filled with excitement. “Just wait for me athome. I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Is that okay?”