The Wrong Woman

Chapter 181

Nathan searched every possible place Suzanne could be in.

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Shovale, her mother’s house, her rented place–there wasn’t a hint of her presence. She had disappeared without

a trace.

It’d only been a day, but he’d grown a lot wearier. The heart -wrenching pain he felt when he first left the country ten years ago had resurfaced with even greater intensity.

At noon, an uninvited guest appeared at the Morrison Residence. A female lawyer had come as Suzanne’s representative to settle matters regarding the divorce.

In the study, the sun outside shone bright, and the room was airy. However, the atmosphere inside was depressing and suffocating.

The lawyer, Lana Scott, placed a bank card and the divorce settlement agreement in front of him. “My client has already signed her name on the agreement. This bank card is yours, Mr. Morrison. She’ll pay back the money she’d spent in installments.”

Nathan’s expression was cold as he stared grimly at the document on the table. At the moment, his heart felt like it was being torn apart. It was agonizing to even breathe.

Suzanne had promised to let him know if anything upset.

her, and she wouldn’t resort to divorce so easily. Was she going back on her word so soon?

Did she not want to see him that badly to have directly sent her attorney over?

eyes from the document to look at Lana.

I want to see her,” he

detached.

York

the paperwork is all settled, she’ll see you naturally when it’s

lips curved up before he proceeded to pick up the document. He then ripped it

Flabbergasted, Lana froze.

threw the pieces of paper into the

talk to me directly if she

“If you refuse to sign the agreement, Mr. Morrison, Ms. York

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fist slightly. The air around him

nervously. Then, she nodded politely at him to bid

deep voice rag out from behind her. “There’s not a single person I

Norvania.”

opposite party was Nathan Morrison when she was first handed this case,

professionalism as she left the residence,

the agreement being torn up. Once she finished explaining, Suzanne began discussing the details of the

slumped against the sofa. She

the cozy living room, there were two plates of mac and cheese with bacon bits and a bowl of fruit, along with a few books.

over with a jar of pickles and took a seat beside her. “Are you