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
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