Having placed a bookmark between the pages, Nathan closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. Suzanne's smile was gentle. "You're up? Are you hungry? I'll have the housekeeper reheat the food for you."Just as Suzanne was about to get to her feet, Nathan pulled her close to him. He hugged her from the side and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I'm not hungry. Just talk to me for now."Suzanne pursed her lips. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"Nathan sighed. "How's Daniel doing?""He's still in the ICU and hasn't improved at all. He's barely holding on with help from a ventilator."Nathan pulled a ring out of his pocket. At the sight of the beautiful ring, Suzanne's heart leaped and she was too moved to speak. It had been six months since they had been married, and he had never given her a ring before."This is something Daniel specifically asked to give to his first love before the incident," Nathan explained.Suzanne's face fell. All her expectations and excit
Nathan's tender gaze rested upon Suzanne's lovely face. He spoke softly, yet with unwavering resolve, "Chubs, let's take things as they come. While it would be wonderful for you to regain your memories, we shouldn't risk lives." "Let's get the best neurosurgeon." Suzanne pleaded with her eyes, blinking earnestly at him. Nathan shook his head firmly. He wasn't prepared to let her take even a 0.01% risk. "Let's discuss this later." Nathan redirected the conversation. "Are you hungry? Shall we go for dinner together?" Suzanne nodded in agreement. Nathan rose from his seat and took her hand.At that precise moment, the doorbell chimed.The maid hurried to answer it and then turned back to Nathan, her nervous voice tinged, "Mr. Morrison, it's Mr. President and his secretary." The two exchanged a glance. Nathan gently caressed Suzanne's head and softly said, "You go ahead and start dinner. I'll tend to Mr. President." Suzanne nodded understandingly. As the maid opened the doo
"It's a toxic nation, nurtured by the government's support for opium growth. Now it's the primary source of almost all the world's narcotics. And as its neighbor, we bear the full brunt of this drug scourge. "Remember the 18 border guards forcibly dosed with drugs? They're now trapped in a daily struggle, living in agony. In Norvania, we've got 20 million addicts, and that number keeps skyrocketing by the day!"Despite the sacrifices of our anti-drug forces, we can't seem to stop the relentless flow of drugs into our country." Donald sank into his seat heavily, his hand pressed to his forehead. His voice was thick with grief and frustration as he said, "What's the use in wiping out just one drug den with a missile? "It's barely scratching the surface with Muzat. The heart of the problem remains completely untouched." Nathan closed his eyes in sorrow and took a deep breath. Donald's tone softened a fraction. "I know you're not one to act rashly. Tell me, what drove you to th
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 Norvania 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 reached up to touch his cheek, her delicate fingers against his handsome face. It was
Suzanne strode past Oliver, but he suddenly seized her arm and yanked her toward him. Irritated, Suzanne pushed his hand away. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Oliver didn't relent. Instead, he drew her closer. He cast affectionate glances her way, his voice smooth as silk as he said, "My dear ex-girlfriend, why the rush? I have something important to share." Despite her racing heart, Suzanne feigned composure. She narrowed her eyes and fixated on his hand as she snapped, "If you have something to say, spit it out. Release me and keep your hands to yourself!" Nevertheless, Oliver didn't budge. He leaned in closer, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Haven't I explored every inch of your body over our years together?" Suzanne clenched her jaw and shot him a glare, trying hard to hold back her frustration. "We've been through so much together. I know your body better than anyone," Oliver added. If it weren't for the gynecologist's assurance during her recent check-up that she
Suzanne snapped back to reality, feeling a wave of embarrassment and shyness as she averted her gaze. She quickly disengaged from Nathan's embrace. Her cheeks flushed with warmth as she questioned, "Aren't you busy? Why are you here?" Nathan replied, "I just finished up." "Okay," Suzanne responded quietly. Taking her hand in his, Nathan led her toward the monitoring room. "Come with me to check on Daniel again." As they walked side by side, Suzanne couldn't help but be fixated on their intertwined hands. Her heart fluttered with warmth, her palm tingling with anticipation, her pulse quickening. She still hadn't quite adjusted to Nathan holding her hand so intimately. It felt like a delightful surprise each time. Outside the monitoring room, Nathan's gaze was solemn as he observed Daniel inside. His voice carried a weight as he asked, "Any improvement in Daniel's condition?" Suzanne shook her head slightly. "No, the doctor said it's a miracle he held on this long."Nat
"You could deny the marriage and quietly divorce Nathan, or reveal your true identity," Sienna suggested. Leaning against the sofa, Suzanne pressed her hand against her forehead as tears gathered in her eyes. "I promised Nathan I wouldn't mention divorce." "Then you must reveal your identity to prove you're not Suzanne," Sienna insisted.Suzanne shook her head in resignation. "I can't. I haven't found the mastermind behind this conspiracy and discovered my true identity. I can't expose myself." "What should we do then?" Sienna asked. Taking a deep breath and wiping away her tears, Suzanne made her decision. "I'm going to tell Nathan. He'll believe me, and he's the only one who can resolve this." "Is he home?" Suzanne felt helpless. "No, he's at the frontiers.""Call him back. And be cautious when you're out. You might be ambushed," Sienna advised.Suzanne responded, "Okay, I understand."After ending the call, Suzanne prepared to dial Nathan's number when Samuel called
There was still a lot more information in the live stream. Suzanne couldn't bear it any longer. She lay sprawled on the sofa, her mind in chaos while her tears brimmed. At this moment, she yearned for Nathan more than ever. If things escalated, she might have to unveil her true identity. But in the face of two compelling DNA test reports, no one would believe her words. The law itself seemed skeptical, let alone the online trolls. Her phone buzzed. Suzanne picked it up, and there was a message from Samuel. "Dear sister, Mom, and Dad demand 80 million dollars in alimony. You deal with it." With a forceful slam, Suzanne hurled her phone to the floor. She lay on the sofa with her eyes shut. Her body trembled, and her stomach twisted with anger and pain. "Who am I? What is my true identity?" she cried inwardly, drowning in sorrow and indignation. As the sun dipped below the horizon, night fell. Nathan disembarked from the plane with his two assistants and hastened back t