The Wrong Woman

Chapter 150

The phone rang several times before a woman answered the call in Sunterlish, “Hello, who is this?”

Feeling very nervous, Suzanne took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She replied in Sunterlish as well, “Hello, Mrs. Potter. Do you remember me?”

Emma Potter sounded surprised, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, “You… are you Inkwell?”

“Mrs. Potter, so you still remember my voice?” Suzanne felt relieved.

A few days ago, she found the number of the orphanage director. Inkwell had registered her social media account under the director

back then.

If Suzanne was Inkwell, they should have often talked over the pl previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, was forced to take a gamble, but she didn’t expect to win the bet.

Suzanne was quite sure that she was Inkwell herself.

Emma’s voice choked up, “Of course I remember. Oh my goodness, it really is you! Inkwell, have you been well for the past three years? Where are you? Is everything going well in your life? You suddenly disappeared without a word. I thought something bad had happened

to you.”

could understand Sunterlish and were shocked by the content of their conversation over

color drained from Inkwell’s face as she stared at

turned ashen

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confusion.

hurriedly, “Mrs. Potter, I’m doing well. However, there’s something I want to ask you. Why

me who logged in to the account. What’s more, someone has stolen your account. She isn’t Inkwell, and her voice is completely different..

despicable woman! I

I will handle this myself.” After thanking the director, Suzanne ended

sure many peop understand Sunterlish, right? This number is on the official web the orphanage in Sunterland. All of you can

the leader of the Norvanian military and has absolute power. It would be easy for

on slandering the man whom

The best proof of your identity is

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today, everything will be clear if you show your skill

of your identity. Why

response, Gary and Florence had instructed Edgar and the

firmly believed that their youngest daughter-in-law was the real Inkwell

tables were placed in front of Suzanne and Inkwell respectively. After that, Gary and Florence turned to Suzanne with a warm smile and whispered softly, “Suzanne, do

moment, Suzanne’s eyes welled up with tears as her hea moved by