The Wrong Woman

The doctors immediately ran over. They consoled Sally while saying to Nathan, “Mr. Nathan, Ms. Hoffis is really unstable right now.

“It’s best you don’t aggravate her condition further. Try embracing her and comforting her.”

Nathan hesitated briefly, feeling overwhelmed as he watched Sally

sob.

He then hugged her. “Don’t cry now, and don’t do anything stupid anymore.”

Sally sobbed in his chest. “Did you forget, Nate? When you sent me off at the airport when I left Norvania, you told me to never forget you nor fall in love with anyone else! You told me you’d wait for me in

Norvania when I returned once I was older!

“You even said you’d wait for me your entire life. But now I’m back, yet you still don’t want to marry me…”

Nathan recalled the pain he felt when he and Sally had parted like was just yesterday. How could he have forgotten the pain of parti with the love of his life?

But now, Nathan no longer felt the same way he did all those years ago with Sally. There was no attraction, nervousness, excitement, not even desire.

Maybe people’s feelings really did change as they grew older. Or maybe Nathan was just an undevoted jackass.

He caressed Sally’s head and spoke as if to his own sister, “I’m sorry, Sally.”

Nathan ended up staying at Hoffis Manor the entire day to keep Sally

company.

He sent Suzanne a text message at night, “I won’t be back home to sleep tonight. Get some rest soon.

Suzanne had guessed this would happen. Even though she had

mentally prepared herself for it, she still felt unhappy. It was hard for her to fall asleep that night.

The next day, Suzanne patiently waited outside the hospital entrance, her heart heavy, while the midday sun hung in the sky.

There were dark clouds ahead and the air was stuffy. There was not a single breeze whatsoever.

Betty leaned against a pillar by the hospital entrance. She asked impatiently, “Who are you waiting for, dear? Let’s hurry up and go inside. We still need to queue up later.”

Suzanne stayed silent. The light in her eyes had long dimmed.

After some time, a luxury car came to a stop by the entrance. Cole and Gilbert stepped out of it.

They walked up to Suzanne and greeted her respectfully, “Mrs.

Morrison.”

Betty didn’t quite hear what they were saying from this distance. She was curious why two powerful- looking men were treating her daughter so respectfully, so she walked up to take a closer look.

Suzanne had already given up hope. She asked weakly, “Where’s Mr. Morrison?”

“Mr. Morrison couldn’t make it in time, so he had us accompany you

instead.”

Suzanne nodded and then silently walked into the hospital.

Betty, who had just reached the three of them, hurriedly trailed behind Suzanne. She was quite confused.

Cole and Gilbert stood by Suzanne, especially when they did the blood test. They even revealed their identities to the doctor who took

Suzanne’s blood, instructing him to not make a single mistake lest they take matters into their own hands.

After the blood extraction, Cole and Gilbert stayed behind in the lab to monitor the blood test process.

Suzanne and Betty went out to the hospital entrance. It was raining outside. The air was cold and moist. Rainwater drenched the land.

Suzanne’s chest felt heavy. Feeling upset, she mumbled to Betty, “It’s raining, Mom.” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

Betty looked at the sky. “Mhm. Looks like the rain isn’t stopping anytime soon.”

“I’m feeling a bit warm, Mom. I’m gonna go out in the rain for a while. You should get a taxi ride back home.”

“W-What?”

Before Betty could react, Suzanne had already walked out into the

rain.

“You’ll get sick, silly girl!” Betty yelled from behind but didn’t run out to pull Suzanne back.

As rainwater soaked Suzanne’s skin and hair, she felt her body grow colder. Her vision grew blurry though she could still vaguely see the

road ahead.

Tears fell down her cheeks alongside the rain droplets. Pain filled Suzanne’s heart each time it throbbed.

She consoled herself, saying this was the rain’s fault. Nothing to do

with Nathan whatsoever.