The Wrong Woman

Tristan was taken aback. He stared at Nathan and asked, "What did you call me?"

Nathan patted his shoulder. He intensely looked at him with a gentle smile. From his expression, it didn't feel like they were unfamiliar with each other.

It was as if Nathan was meeting a respected elder. He was humble, polite, and gentle.

Tristan was so moved that his fingers trembled slightly. It seemed like he was on the verge of saying something but holding back.

Nathan had given him enough information, so Tristan should be able to understand now. He quickly changed the subject, "Which areas here are not covered by cameras?" Tristan was slightly excited. He grabbed Nathan's hand and led him to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, there was a shower and toilet area cordoned off by a curtain, so the camera couldn't see inside. Then, Tristan pulled Nathan into their room.

There were four cameras in the room, and a curtain was used as a mosquito net over the bed.

Tristan said, "These are the only two areas without cameras."

Nathan nodded and whispered, "That's enough."

His words were like a reassurance to Tristan.

Trembling, Tristan grabbed Nathan's wrist. Tears welled up in his eyes as his gaze filled with anticipation. He wanted to obtain more information, but he didn't dare to ask.

Nathan saw through his confusion and excitement but couldn't say much to avoid being exposed. He could only gently pat Tristan's hand to comfort him.

Trying not to cry, Tristan nodded to show he understood.

Suddenly, Nathan suggested, "Tonight, let's switch places to sleep."

Tristan was surprised, so he asked, "You want to sleep in our room?"

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what he was up to, but he was sure it was something they couldn't let

our new roommate, so feel

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"Yes."

"And some rubbing alcohol?"

"Yes."

the dining table

tentatively asked again, "Nate, are you really not afraid of being locked

not afraid,"

moment, Michaela

to sit beside

replied, "I really

came in before.

her memory

and

identity was

through a lot

They also said..."

don't remember

her "mom"

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her. After years of marriage, they had formed a good

gazes, tears welled up in Michaela's

what his

they can't imagine how such an important figure could be easily captured and

must be a reason that he

there was hope, the couple's hands began to tremble. They almost lost hope since they had been locked up for too