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
As Nathan sat there bewildered, Suzanne reached out and took his hand. "Come with me," she said softly.Nathan followed her upstairs. He was pulled along the way by her. Once inside the bedroom, Suzanne locked the door and guided Nathan to the edge of the bed. "Have a seat." Suzanne's voice quivered nervously. Nathan complied, his gaze reflecting a hint of confusion as he looked at Suzanne. He noticed the flush on her cheeks, her once-clear eyes now tinged with shyness and hesitation, with a nervousness that hinted at mischief. With a gentle touch, she pressed her hands on Nathan's shoulders, gently pushing him down onto the bed. Leaning over him, Suzanne's breath was uneven as she whispered, "I don't know how to explain this to you. I secretly checked the DNA between me and Betty. I'm not her biological daughter. "You may have suspected that Suzanne is their adopted daughter. But I'm truly not Suzanne. The doctor confirmed I'm still a virgin." Suzanne's voice trailed off,
Suzanne turned her face away as Nathan leaned in for a kiss. His lips grazed the corner of her mouth as she nervously murmured, " I need to take a shower." Suzanne's body flushed with warmth, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she avoided his gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her heart pounding with unusual intensity. Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before rising from the bed. Suzanne sat up and hurried to the bathroom without a word. Once inside, she immediately turned on the shower, trying to calm her racing heart as she took a deep breath. What had to happen would eventually happen, she reasoned. Since she'd already confided in Nathan, he shouldn't be bothered by her state. With fewer worries, Suzanne washed herself thoroughly. After all, it was her first time, and she wanted to leave them both with a beautiful memory. Thirty minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom in clean pajamas. But Nathan was nowhere to be found. After searching the b
Suzanne ended the call once again. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed incessantly with incoming calls and messages. Despite the internet being scoured clean, those determined individuals had managed to leak her number. In less than ten minutes, a barrage of calls bombarded her, accompanied by an onslaught of messages. Suzanne's breath quickened, and her nerves were stretched thin. She hastily powered off her phone, her appetite for breakfast completely gone. She felt like she was teetering on the edge of madness, her hands cradling her head as she sank into deep thought. The weight of the situation threatened to overwhelm her, and she worried about the potential impact on Nathan. "Madam, are you all right?" the maid asked, concern etched on her face. Suzanne shook her head silently. "Don't worry, Madam, Mr. Morrison has everything under control," the maid reassured her. Suzanne fell silent for a moment before decisively grabbing her phone and striding upstairs. In
Suzanne's mind spun with confusion. Betty was outside Imperial Heights? She hastily dressed, and with the company of two vigilant bodyguards, she departed Sudvilla and made her way toward the guarded gates of Imperial Heights. Imperial Heights was the residence of high-ranking officials and dignitaries from Norvania. Thus, its gates were heavily guarded to prevent outsiders from entering. Stepping beyond the gates, Suzanne was met with a chaotic scene that ignited a fiery rage within her, her fists clenching and trembling with intensity. Behind Betty, several relatives held up banners bearing the words: "Suzanne, Mom begs you for mercy for Dario and Samuel." Betty knelt before the banner, tears streaking her face, resembling a pitiable and fragile mother. Among the onlookers, at least two-thirds were reporters and media personnel, their cameras and phones at the ready. Seeing Betty, Suzanne's eyes reddened with discomfort, her tears glistening. Though she wasn't Betty's d
Betty's sobs grew even louder. At that moment, a reporter asked, "Ms. York, could you share why you aren't supporting your parents? And what are your thoughts on their decision to expose your past publicly?" Suzanne stepped back, composing herself before the array of media reporters. Her tone was steady as she spoke, "Well, I'll make this an opportunity to spread my message to the world. "Three years ago, I lost my memory. I can't recall who I am, but I am not Suzanne York. My life was orchestrated to fit into Suzanne's persona. "I know that once I make this matter public, I'll be in extreme danger, but I've had enough of this family's torment." Everyone present was stunned. The members of the York family exchanged bewildered glances. Betty stood up, her expression a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "My dear, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ignoring their protests, Suzanne gently touched her cheek, her words deliberate and sincere. "I have never undergone plastic s