The Wrong Woman -
Chapter 187
Samuel shot her a cold laugh. “I had no choice. You didn’t want to help me pay anything, and they wererushing me for the money.
“I had no choice but to tell them my dear sister is the wife of a wealthy family. A bit of spare changefrom them was more than enough for me to pay off my debts.”
He continued, “This method worked wonders! Your in–laws are so generous. They helped me with halfof what I owed in
a snap.
“Your husband is quite the character too. All I had to do was mention my brother–in–law is GeneralMorrison of the Norvanian Military, and you would vouch for me. Then, everyone was willing to lend meany amount I desired.”
Samuel sounded ecstatic. “Your husband’s name really carries weight! No one dares to mess with meanymore. If they do, I’ll have my brother–in–law deal with them.”
Suzanne clenched her fists tightly. She was shaking with
rage.
Her face was steely as she warned him, “Samuel York, you
bastard. If you continue using Nathan’s name to scam people for money, I won’t let it slide.”
.ne at me, Samuel laughed condescendingly. “Don’t ju Suzanne. Dad also goes around telling hisdrinking buddies that his son–in–law is Nathan Morrison. He gloats about his daughter marrying into a
wealthy family.”
He continued, “But Mom is worse. She called your husband the other day and easily got herself ahundred thousand dollars. How generous of him.”
He basked in self–satisfaction on the other end of the
phone.
Meanwhile, Suzanne’s eyes were already bloodshot and brimming with tears from sheer fury.
This family was like parasites that lived in the sewers. All they did was latch on to others and leech offof them. You couldn’t shake them off even if you wanted to. How
disgusting.
“I’ve already divorced him,” Suzanne growled. “So please stop looking for him and stop causing troublefor the
Morrison family.”
Samuel scoffed. “What kind of joke is this? Divorce? Only a fool would believe you. You couldn’t runinto a family like this in a million lifetimes. Why would you willingly let it go when you’re so materialistic?
“Save it, Suzanne. I know my limits. I won
out loans
for gambling anymore. Go ask your husband to arrange a position for me in the military. I want an officeposition…”
She couldn’t bear to listen anymore. She hung up on him and gradually shut her eyes while taking adeep breath. Her
chest felt so constricted.
Her head was aching from how angry she was. Her entire body was aching.
She couldn’t understand. What did she do to deserve such a family? It felt worse than death to be stuckwith them.
She tossed her phone aside and dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom to wash up.
Half an hour later, Suzanne emerged from her room.
Sienna sat with her legs crossed in front of the coffee table. She had her glasses on and was furiouslytyping on her
computer.
“Morning, Sienna,” Suzanne greeted, approaching her lethargically. Then, she slumped listlessly on thesofa.
Sienna had her eyes glued to the computer screen as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She casther a quick glance.
“Morning. Did you not sleep well yesterday ay do you look so worn out?” she asked.
Suzanne leaned her head against the sofa and shut her eyes. “I only fell asleep at the brink of dawn,and I was ticked off by a disgusting leech of a family.”
“Who?”
“Suzanne York’s parents and brother.”
“Aren’t those your parents and brother?” Sienna laughed.
“No,” she replied coldly.
Sienna quickly picked up on what was happening. “Oh, right. They’re not your biological family. Let metell you, since I grew up with Suzanne. Her father is a real piece of work. You should be careful.”
“Careful of what?” she asked lightly.
Sienna stopped typing and slowly turned to look at her friend. She took off her glasses and had a grimexpression. Her eyes were brimming with contempt as she said in a low voice, “He touched her whenshe was younger.”
Suzanne froze. An indescribable wave of disgust washed
over her.
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