The Wrong Woman

Chapter 247

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There was still a lot more information in the live stream.

Suzanne couldn’t bear it any longer. She lay sprawled on the sofa, her mind in chaos while her tears brimmed. At this moment, she yearned for Nathan more than ever.

If things escalated, she might have to unveil her true identity. But in the face of two compelling DNA test reports, no one would believe her words. The law itself seemed skeptical, let alone the online trolls.

Her phone buzzed. Suzanne picked it up, and there was a message from Samuel.

“Dear sister, Mom, and Dad demand 80 million dollars in alimony. You deal with it.”

With a forceful slam, Suzanne hurled her phone to the floor. She lay on the sofa with her eyes shut. Her body trembled, and her stomach twisted with anger and pain.

‘Who am I? What is my true identity?” she cried inwardly, drowning in sorrow and indignation.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, night fell. Nathan disembarked rom the plane with his two assistants and hastened back to Sudvilla.

Entering the house, he found the living room shrouded in darkness. He switched on the lights as he stepped in.

shattered phone on the loor. He picked it up and set it on the coffee

gaze fell upon Suzanne, who was sleeping on the couch, er face tear-stained.

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with his tender and affectionate gaze fixed on Suzanne’s serene sleeping

twinged with

to be a cherished and joyful gem of the Hoffis

away Suzanne’s tears. As soon as he glimpsed the online information, he swiftly returned by plane. He hadn’t expected her to still see the

cautiously reached out to lift her, but as soon

flowed anew. She swiftly sat up, threw herself into his arms, and hugged him tightly. She buried her face in

“Nathan, you’re back?”

her anxious sobs, Nathan’s

hair to soother, saying,

as she spoke, The York family is despicable. I don’t mind them destroying me; I’m not afraid of them at all!

this to ruin your reputation, making you a laughingstock worldwide!”

she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. “What should we do? Everyone

on the couch and drew Suzanne onto his lap. He embraced her

closed her eyes and rested her face against his chest. She

paused, niffing back her rare Aher a morbent of