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?

then lifted his eyes from the

want to see her,”

detached.

Morrison, Ms. York doesn’t want to meet

Once you agree to the divorce and the paperwork is all settled, she’ll see you naturally when it’s time to pick up the divorce certificate,”

his lips curved up before he proceeded to pick up the document. He then ripped it in half without

Flabbergasted, Lana froze.

into the bin and said,

talk to me directly if she wants a divorce.”

ground as well. “If you refuse to sign the agreement, Mr. Morrison, Ms. York will opt for

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clenched his fist slightly. The air around him felt dangerous, and the room

nervously. Then, she nodded politely at him to bid goodbye and turned

rag out from behind her. “There’s not

Norvania.”

Nathan Morrison when she was first handed this case, she’d already started

still able to maintain her professionalism as she left

called and informed Suzanne of the failed discussion, as well as the agreement being torn up. Once she finished explaining, Suzanne began

ending the call, Suzanne slumped against the sofa. She felt worn

there were two plates of mac and cheese with bacon bits and a bowl of fruit, along

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