The Wrong Woman

Nathan’s expression darkened when he heard what Suzanne said. He gave her a cold glare.

Suzanne was frightened. She was afraid that he would kill her out of anger, but she couldn’t just let herself get framed like this. She wanted to fight for a chance to explain herself, even if it meant her death.

Whether Nathan believed her or not was not important. She knew she couldn’t change his perception of Sally no matter what she did..

Nathan fell silent.

He could see the fierce determination in Suzanne’s eyes. She had looked just like that when he’d saved her in Technive, and when she had beaten up her own brother in the casino.

The teary yet determined look reminded him a lot of how Sally had been when she was young. She was always determined to get over whatever difficulty she had been facing at the time.

Dazed by the illusion, he felt his heart lurch in sympathy.

After saying all that, Suzanne wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. The wounds on her palms were red and bleeding. It was only then that Nathan realized how badly she had been hurt.

She picked up her duffle bag and turned to the door. After taking a couple of staggering steps, she had to stop due to the pain. She leaned down to check on the wounds on her knees, then straightened and continued forward slowly.

She looked so frail and helpless as she walked away. The morning sun cast warmth everywhere but her heart.

Sally held a hand to her swollen face as she cried pitifully. “I’m not a homewrecker. I didn’t ruin your marriage. Why did she hit me? Why?”

As she spoke, she went back into the house forlornly.

Nathan followed her in. He watched thoughtfully as she cleaned up the books on the ground.

It didn’t slip his notice that Sally had replaced the books back onto the shelves in complete disorder. The Sally from his childhood was incredibly particular about the arrangement of her books.

He was shocked.

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That night, Nathan sat in front of his computer in his study and sent out a video recording.

After sending the video, he picked up his phone and called the best programmer in the Norvanian Military.

His tone was cold. “This recording is from the surveillance camera at the door of my house. Can you amplify the sound and remove all the background noise? I’ll need the audio for this particular time.”

“No problem, General Morrison. Give me a few minutes,” the programmer said confidently. Nathan ended the call and put down his phone. His eyes darkened.

He was the only one who knew about the surveillance camera in Sudvilla.

Suzanne’s tearful yet determined expression flashed across his mind again.

Her resigned tears made him inexplicably irritated.

Ten minutes later, the programmer sent him an audio file.

After a moment of hesitation, Nathan tapped on it and listened to the file.

He did not sleep that night.

Shovale was an ancient mansion surrounded by pretty scenery.

Suzanne returned to the mansion with an armful of wildflowers.

An elderly woman was sitting in the pergola. Her hair was white, but her thin frame was still filled with vigor. She looked kind and elegant.

“Grandma,” Suzanne greeted sweetly.

Vera Cross reached out a hand to her with a smile. “Chubs, were you picking flowers in the backyard again?”

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Suzanne quickened her steps and placed the wildflowers onto the stone table. Then, she sat down beside Vera. “The lupines are so beautiful when they’re in bloom. I wanted to get some for the house,” she said softly.