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
Nathan wrapped his arm around Suzanne's waist, gently squeezing her hand as he murmured, "Chubs, I'll respect whatever decision you make." Suzanne nestled closer to seek solace in his warmth. "Aren't you angry that I didn't tell you earlier?" "You didn't feel ready to share with anyone, did you? You were simply overwhelmed in the moment." His empathy stirred a sense of comfort within Suzanne. "Yes," she confessed. Betty's pressure had been immense. The situation had been tumultuous, with accusations flying from all sides. Suzanne had blurted it out impulsively, driven by stress. "It's alright. I'm here now," Nathan reassured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Suzanne felt a wave of affection wash over her, filling her with a comforting sense of security in his presence. "Have you eaten anything?" Nathan inquired gently. Suzanne shook her head. "I don't have an appetite." "You should eat something," Nathan said. "I'm not hungry," she responded. Nathan lifted
The mention of wife left Cameron and Fenna in a state of disbelief, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and incredulity. Both of them wore a different expression as they cast a scrutinizing gaze upon Suzanne. It seemed as though they had stumbled upon an enigma. After recovering from his initial shock, Cameron's face lit up with a delighted smile. "You're Nathan's wife? When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed?" Suzanne couldn't help but notice the darkening of Fenna's complexion, her gaze growing intense and inscrutable as she fixed her eyes on Suzanne."We got our marriage certificate six months ago, but we didn't have a wedding ceremony," Suzanne explained. "That's unbelievable. Nathan couldn't have married without informing me! I'm his closest friend, his confidant!" Cameron exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. Suzanne promptly invited them inside, personally brewed coffee, and served some snacks. Suzanne could sense Fenna's somber mood, her silent deme
Jasper became concerned as Imogen placed her hand over her heart. He asked, "Are you experiencing any chest pains? Have you consulted a doctor? I can take you for a check-up."Imogen reassured him, gently holding his arm. "Jasper, I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out how to balance my future family and career."Jasper smiled knowingly, gently patting her head before pulling her into an embrace. He recognized her uniqueness—her drive to pursue her career and showcase her skills and talents. The thought of being a stay-at-home mother or merely a trophy wife held no appeal for her whatsoever.Holding her close, Jasper murmured, "Imogen, have you forgotten about your husband's financial prowess?"Imogen couldn't suppress a chuckle.Jasper reassured her of his commitment, "As long as you're on board, I can arrange a driver to drive you to work, an assistant to handle all your tasks, and you won't have to worry about anything. When you return home, there will be maids and me to ens
After returning from her journey across the globe, Imogen headed straight to the hospital. During her travels, she started noticing subtle changes in her body—nausea, fatigue, and a stronger need for rest. Her hunch was confirmed when tests revealed she was pregnant.She felt a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The idea of being pregnant raised thoughts of focusing on family life and raising children. Yet, she valued her career and was steadily demonstrating her skills. She wasn't ready to give it up just yet.When Imogen arrived home and stepped through the front door, she found Gregory and Carol were there. They had just returned from their trip as well, bringing back gifts. "Hi, Mom, Dad," Imogen greeted them.Still excited about their travels, Gregory and Carol eagerly recounted their adventures to Jasper.When Jasper heard Imogen's voice, he quickly stood and walked over to her, taking her hand. "Imogen, I woke up early and didn't see you around. Where did you go?"
Jasper thought the idea was brilliant and agreed, "Let's plan our route and leave next week."Imogen gently pushed him back, her hands on his chest. "Sure, but let me get up first. We'll map out our journey, set a schedule, and go on a trip for our wedding."Jasper took her wrists and lifted them above the pillow. "Let's discuss this tomorrow. I have some pressing matters to attend to at the moment."Imogen was about to respond when Jasper leaned in and kissed her deeply. Their lips intertwined with passion.…A week later, Imogen received another call from Yulia's lawyer, who conveyed Yulia's apologies and expressed her desire for Imogen's forgiveness. Yulia also requested Imogen to intervene with Nathan on her behalf.Imogen decided to ignore the request. She believed in the fairness of the law. It reminded her of Zoey, who had fraudulently claimed her degree and ended up in prison at Jasper's behest.As for Yulia, she had orchestrated attacks on Gregory, caused Carol to lose
Imogen's heart raced as she slowly hugged Jasper, her voice bashful yet resolute. "Jasper, you'll always have a place in my heart."Jasper tensed slightly, his senses on high alert. He met her eyes. A glint of anticipation sparked in his gaze as he eagerly murmured, "Say it one more time. Say it—""I love you, Jasper," Imogen said gently.Jasper's eyes immediately filled with tears as he held Imogen tightly, his body shaking. Overwhelmed by emotion, he could only whisper her name into her ear. "Imogen… Imogen…""Do you love me?" Imogen asked, her voice tinged with shyness.Jasper frowned. "I do love you. Haven't you always known?""I still want to hear it," Imogen said."I love you. I love you with all my heart," Jasper declared, gazing at her with intense passion and unwavering resolve.Feeling a bit stiff from his tight hug, Imogen gently pushed him away. "I love you, too, but I must get up and go to work.""Not today," Jasper responded, scooping and carrying her back to bed
"If it's a gift, why not accept it?" Mila whispered.Gregory quickly took the check, looking unsure of his next move.Once his money was accepted, Oakley assumed the issue was settled. He took Yulia's hand and began to leave the ward, saying, "Well, I'll leave with Yulia for now."Still feeling resentful, Yulia glanced back and shot Imogen a glare as they departed.The ward fell silent. Feeling uneasy, Gregory and Carol exchanged anxious glances."Nate, we can't go easy on them," Mila whispered.Nathan smiled knowingly. He took Mila's hand, gently caressed it, and said quietly, "Don't worry. I'll ensure our in-laws get the justice they deserve."Mila nodded, feeling reassured. Gregory and Carol, who were listening nearby, felt deeply moved and grateful.Since Gregory was injured and confined to bed, the meeting between Jasper's and Imogen's parents ended earlier than expected. After saying goodbye to their parents, Jasper and Imogen headed home. On their way home, Jasper felt
Yulia was renowned for her boldness and strong-willed nature. Aware of Oakley's wealth, influence, and dual reputation in legal and illicit circles, she feared no one and held a contemptuous attitude toward others, including senior military figures."You need to apologize to Ms. Imogen immediately," Oakley whispered urgently.Pointing at Imogen, Yulia muttered irritably, "Her? Oh, please! If anyone owes an apology, it's her to me."Oakley wiped his forehead nervously, trembling with anxiety. Everyone's expressions around them darkened visibly. Jasper suppressed his anger; his hands clenched into fists.Before he could speak, Yulia grumbled, "Jay, you blocked me before understanding everything, and then you terminated our contract. That's just too much."Mila couldn't shake her worry for Jasper. If he couldn't manage his relationship with Yulia appropriately, it could severely impact his marriage. Concerned that he might not handle it well, Mila intervened. "Ms. Gibson, please resp
Carol no longer believed the portrayal of wealthy women on television.Jasper took Imogen's hand, and they sat down on the couch together, feeling anxious. It was their parents' first meeting, and the hospital setting added to the tension. If things went wrong and their relationship soured, their future would look bleak.Imogen was particularly anxious. Her palms were growing clammy. Jasper pulled out a tissue and gently wiped her palms before reassuringly saying, "There's no need to be nervous. My parents are easygoing."Offering an awkward smile, Imogen teased him, whispering, "You seem more nervous than I am, don't you think?"Jasper chuckled but offered no reply. Dealing with Gregory and Carol was sure to be a bit daunting.Typically reserved around strangers, Nathan found it difficult to start a conversation at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregory and Carol felt apprehensive and cautious, worried that any misstep could upset the Morrisons and cause problems for Imogen.Sensing th
Mila approached them with a bouquet, smiling. "Yes, we're in the right place. We've come to visit you, our in-laws."The term "in-laws" caught Gregory off guard as he lay in the bed. Despite his injuries, he quickly propped himself up, struggling to sit upright. Carol, equally surprised, cautiously accepted the gift from Nathan's outstretched hands.Jasper and Imogen took the next elevator, so they hadn't reached the ward yet.Nathan quickly set his things down and hurried over, gently placing a reassuring hand on Gregory's shoulder. "You're injured. Don't get up. Just lie down and rest.""General Morrison, I…" Gregory's voice faltered in distress.Carol's hands trembled uncontrollably as she glanced nervously at Mila, worried that Mila and Nathan had overheard her argument with Gregory.Nathan spoke in a gentle tone, "Please, don't call me General Morrison. It sounds too formal. You both are older than me. Just call me Nathan, and I'll call you two by name in return."Mila came
In the hospital ward, Gregory had been asleep for over an hour when the nurse woke him to change his medication.After the change, Carol peeled an orange for him to eat. They shared the segments, chatting idly."Imogen really picked a good husband. Even these oranges he bought are unusually sweet," Carol said, marveling at the oranges. Gregory glanced at the orange and said, "They must be expensive.""Yes, they're sold by the piece in big supermarkets. Also, they're more expensive than beef and lamb," Carol said before eating another sweet segment.Gregory pondered for a moment. Then he curiously asked, "Someone ruined our house's floor. Do you think Jasper would help us repair it?"Carol shot him a look and replied, "Listen, don't burden Imogen with this. Don't even bring it up.""Why would it burden Imogen? With Jasper's wealth, this is nothing.""Enough," Carol snapped. "That's his business. No matter how poor we are, we shouldn't ask for what isn't ours." "You're too stu