All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Suzanne saw how cautious Nathan was being and asked curiously, "Nathan, the previous DNA report was pretty credible too. Why did you still suspect that I'm not Suzanne York?"Awe and surprise filled Nathan's eyes. "A woman who doesn't know how to cook or do chores ends up being skilled in the arts, in playing piano, and even flower arrangements. "Not only that, but she's knowledgeable in chemical science and foreign languages. She also enjoys increasing her knowledge by reading books. "Someone like her may not necessarily be from a well-off family, but she definitely wouldn't be from a poor background."Suzanne thought Nathan's rationale was logical. She suddenly realized that his way of thinking was pretty different from others. Nathan would always look beneath the surface level.So many people had a stereotypical impression of Suzanne after hearing about her past. They thought of her as a sleazy, immoral woman. Yet Nathan had always been respectful to her. He never attacked

Nathan parked his car in the garden outside Hoffis Manor before running into the villa in a hurry.Two old folks who looked refined sat on a leather couch in the lavishly decorated living room along with their adopted son Oliver."Nathan? What are you doing here?" Zach stood up, surprised.Nathan was panting from anxiety. Still, he greeted respectfully, "Mr. Hoffis Senior, Madam Hoffis."Loretta dabbed at her eyes with a silk kerchief. "I was the one who told Nathan to come. Our granddaughter is already attempting suicide. Do you still insist on being so cruel?"Zach glared at his wife. "You keep on making a mess of things! Why did you have to bother Nathan? He has a busy work schedule. What would his wife think of this?"Loretta huffed and said angrily, "I don't care. I just want my granddaughter to live!"Zach shook with anger. "You!"Nathan was really worried. "What happened to Sally, Mr. Hoffis Senior?"Zach grunted, "She cut her wrist and bled a little. She'll survive."

Suzanne walked the two-hour journey back to Morrison Residence alone in the rain. By the time she reached her house, her entire body had grown weak.After showering, Suzanne went to sleep in bed before even drying her hair. Only sleep could stop her from thinking about Nathan.Suzanne didn't leave the room nor felt hungry for the entire day. She woke up at midnight feeling really hot and uncomfortable. Only then did she realize she was ill.Suzanne was about to give Nathan a call when she saw Nathan had sent her a text. She quickly opened the messaging app."I still love Sally," Nathan wrote.Those four words pierced Suzanne's heart like a sharp blade.Tears pooled in her eyes as she swiftly set her phone down. She turned her face upwards and wiped the tears that crept out of her eyes with her fingers.Suzanne inhaled deeply and held her breath. Yet even that inhale made pain lance through her chest, making her unable to hold back her tears.Suzanne silently gnawed on her lip,

The sky darkened as day turned to night.Suzanne had spent nearly the entire day with Vera in Shovale. She was exhausted by the time she returned to Morrison Residence given she was still ill.As Suzanne dragged herself into the living room, a snarky voice said, "Oh look, our impostor artist is finally showing herself."Suzanne turned to see who was speaking. It was Lindsey.Lindsey walked over arrogantly, one hand holding a phone and the other tucked by her waist. "The great painter Ms. Inkwell finally uploaded a new video after retreating from the internet for three years," Lindsey said. "She clarified in the video that she had been sick for the past three years, hence why she couldn't continue making art. I really don't understand how some people can be an impostor and go around deceiving people."Lindsey then showed Suzanne the video playing on her screen. Disdain filled Lindsey's eyes.Suzanne glanced at the phone screen.In the video, a young woman was sitting in front

Suzanne left for her room with the divorce agreement. She sat down in the chair on the balcony with her arms around her legs. With her head resting on her knees, Suzanne watched the sky darken, waiting for Nathan to return.An hour later, the door to the room opened.Suzanne tensed up slightly, feeling nervous.The door then closed shut. Footsteps followed.Nathan's breathing was somewhat rushed. Suzanne could hear him loud and clear in the quiet room.Nathan walked over to the balcony and leaned against the railing. He gazed steadily at Suzanne. She had grown thinner in the four days he was gone. Her skin was sickly pale too.Pain lanced in Nathan's chest as his grip tightened around the railing.Why did a grown woman like Suzanne not know how to take better care of herself?Suzanne's eyes were dark. They slowly shifted from the night sky to Nathan. "Thank you for coming back." She placed her feet back on the floor, sitting up properly.Nathan looked away and took a deep