The Wrong Woman

He sighed and leaned back into his chair, his tone incredibly gentle as he spoke, “Did I wake you?”

After a day of contemplation, Suzanne could now face him calmly. A hint of detachment flickered in her eyes as she replied, “You should get some rest. I’m fine now. You don’t have to stay here with me.”

Nathan attempted to clarify the day’s events. “I didn’t see you underwater. Besides, Sally can’t swim.”

A bitter smile tugged at Suzanne’s lips. While she could accept the first explanation, the second seemed absurd. How could a wealthy heiress not know how to swim?

Her tone grew sharper, more frustrated. “You don’t need to explain. It’s unnecessary.”

Noticing her anger from her cutting and unforgiving words, he replied helplessly, “Suzy, I can’t leave Sally alone in that situation.”

It was the true test of loyalty. In moments of dire need, tho became muddled, and instinct dictated every action.

Nathan loved Sally deeply, and Suzanne had no grounds to bla for his actions. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel sad and heartbr

Tears welled up in Suzanne’s eyes as she looked at Nathan, her vo trembling with emotion as she struggled to contain her tears.’ Nathan, Sally can swim. She pushed me into the pool and held me underwater. She thinks I stole you from her. She wanted to end my

life.”

Nathan’s expression darkened instantly, and he fell silent.

Suzanne wiped away her tears, silently cursing her vulnerability. She

didn’t want to shed another tear for him, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

Regaining her composure, she asked calmly, “Is there any Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

surveillance footage?”

Nathan replied casually, “No.”

Suzanne’s lips curled bitterly, a resigned smile playing on her lips. “So,

without evidence, my accusations are baseless?”

At that moment, Nathan couldn’t find an answer.

A chill crept up from Suzanne’s heart, chilling her to her core. There was nothing more to be said because nothing mattered anymore.

She nestled into the blankets and slowly shifted onto her side, turning away from Nathan. Tears slipped from her closed eyes, tracing down her cheeks and landing softly on the pillow.

As the night deepened, the hospital ward fell into a hush. In the dim glow of the light, Nathan remained still, his expression somber and laden, his gaze piercing into the darkness. It was a long and agonizing night.

The following morning arrived.

At the Hoffis Manor, a military vehicle pulled up before the magnificent building. Nathan swiftly stepped out of the car, with Lucas and Cole following closely behind. The butler, taken aback their unexpected presence, greeted them respectfully.

Nathan strode past the butler, his demeanor regal yet distant. He made a beeline for the living room with determination.

Inside, Sally was having breakfast with Loretta. Her face brightened upon seeing Nathan. “Nate!”

Loretta wore a kind smile. “Nate, have you come to see Sally?”

Nathan’s expression darkened, and he wordlessly approached, grabbing Sally’s arm and leading her out to the backyard. “Come with me.”

Sally was bewildered. “Where are we going?”

Nathan remained silent, his air imposing and tinged with danger.

Sensing something amiss, Loretta hurried after them. “Nate, Sally hasn’t finished her breakfast. Where are you taking her?”

Nathan dragged Sally to the edge of the backyard pool. Sally realized the impending danger and began to resist and backed away. “Nate, what are you doing?”

Nathan exerted force to pull her closer, and Sally couldn’t break free from his grip. She turned and screamed toward the second floor,” Uncle Oliver, help!”

The next moment, Nathan ruthlessly hurled Sally into the pool.

“No!” Loretta’s face paled in shock as she rushed over, her aged legs. trembling weakly. “Nate, have you lost your mind? Sally has

aquaphobia. She can’t swim!”