The Wrong Woman

Suzanne rushed to clarify, “It’s not about the divorce. I just need a moment of your time.”

“Go ahead.” To her surprise, Nathan seemed to have softened-his voice devoid of its earlier coldness.

Suzanne glanced at Sienna, who wore an anxious and solemn expression. Gathering her courage, Suzanne took a deep breath and asked, “Can I withdraw six hundred thousand dollars from your

account? I’ll repay you, I promise.”

Nathan replied swiftly, “No need to pay me back. It’s your card. Use it

as you wish.”

“Thank you, Nathan.” Warmth flooded Suzanne’s heart, yet she still felt uneasy and guilty despite Nathan’s reassurance.

The conversation lapsed into another silence. Sensing thard tension, Suzanne prepared to end the call, but Nathan spok

“Did something happen?” he inquired.

Suzanne struggled to explain her situation to him, reluctant to b Nathan further when he was already overwhelmed with work.

“It’s fine. I can handle it.” She asserted, to which Nathan hummed i

response.

Just as Suzanne was about to conclude the call, Nathan stopped her abruptly.

“Anything else?” Suzanne asked in confusion..

Nathan hesitated briefly before responding with genuine concern, Tell me if you can’t handle it.”

Suzanne agreed and ended the call, feeling a sense of loneliness. She hadn’t expected a phone call to stir her broken heart so deeply.

After ending the call, Nathan gazed out of the window and let out a deep sigh. His subordinates, standing behind him, wore expressions

of surprise.

They wondered what call could be so important that Nathan

anxiously answered it in the middle of a meeting for the first time.

The subordinates speculated that the call might have been from Donald. With their curiosity satisfied, they quietly awaited the start of the meeting.

Meanwhile, Suzanne approached Sienna after concluding her call. Holding a bank card in her hand, she stated firmly, “I’m paving you back one hundred thousand with interest.

“I’ll lend you another five hundred thousand to cover your fat medical bills and your family’s debts.”

Sienna could hardly believe her ears. She stared at Suzanne in astonishment and bewilderment.

Pursing her lips, Suzanne added, “Honestly, I’m borrowing the money myself and will have to repay it eventually. Let’s draw up an IOU for the five hundred thousand.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Sienna covered her mouth as tears

streamed down her face.

She could finally afford her father’s surgery. Suzanne not only repaid. her with interest but also offered a substantial loan to help alleviate her family debt.

Knowing Suzanne for years, Sienna doubted the woman standing before her was the same selfish and egocentric Suzanne York she’d

known.

This compassionate and generous gesture seemed beyond Suzanne’s character.

As Sienna choked back tears, she nodded gratefully. “Thank you so much. Your kindness will never be forgotten. Let me write you an IOU right away.”

With that, Sienna hurried back into the ward to draft the IOU. Watching Sienna’s retreating figure, Suzanne couldn’t shake off a lingering sense of guilt and helplessness.

Sienna returned with the IOU in hand, and Suzanne promptly transferred the money.

With her concerns resolved, Sienna pulled Suzanne into a tight hug and buried her head into Suzanne’s shoulders. She expressed her gratitude through tearful thanks, her body trembling sligh

emotion.

Returning the hug, Suzanne carefully inquired, “Can we… again?”

“Have you really lost your memories?” Sienna asked doubtfully.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Suzanne nodded earnestly, locking eyes with Sienna in a gentle earnest gaze. Sienna managed a teary smile and nodded in return.

She refused to befriend the old Suzanne York, but she was willing to build a friendship with the woman in front of her.

“Absolutely. Let’s start anew,” Sienna said, her smile bright and full of gratitude.