The Wrong Woman
Chapter 171

Betty's gaze softened as she looked at Suzanne, her smile turning affectionate.

"Oh dear, you've changed so much. I never imagined my little girl would blossom into such a wonderful lady. You make me proud."

Unwilling to bask in Betty's compliments, Suzanne leaned in, resting her hands on the table. "What exactly had I changed?" she asked.

Betty folded her hands and leaned closer to Suzanne. "When you were young, you took after your father and weren't particularly pretty. You often talked about getting plastic surgery when you grew up. "But now, you've grown into a natural beauty. Your graceful demeanor, those youthful features, and your round face are simply enchanting."

As Betty spoke, Suzanne couldn't help but touch her own cheek, as if seeking confirmation.

Betty continued, "And your personality has softened. You used to be aggressive, but now you've become gentle and sweet, with a soft, mellow voice.

"No wonder you've captured the leader of the military base. You're truly perfect now.

"You often fought with Samuel and argued with me and your father. But now, you handle conflicts rationally. You know his flaws and know how to avoid them. You've also become respectful and polite. "Truly, you've made a lot of improvement."

"Suzanne, I'm so proud to have you as my daughter."

Confused, Suzanne asked, "Do I seem like a different person?"

Betty subconsciously nodded, but quickly corrected herself, gazing at Suzanne in surprise. "You're still my daughter, no matter how you've changed."

Suzanne smiled bitterly, silently affirming Betty's words with a nod.

Judging from Betty's candid and straightforward remarks, it seemed she wasn't aware of Suzanne's true identity. Betty was also kept in the dark.

"Who could be behind all this?" Suzanne pondered.

After finishing their meal, Suzanne gave Betty two thousand dollars in cash and sent her back to the hotel room before leaving.

Instead of returning to Morrison Residence, Suzanne took a cab and departed from Phoenicia. After hours of travel, she reached another city where she arranged for a new round of testing using Betty's and her blood.

During registration, she provided Sienna's name and ID number to maintain anonymity. Without privileges, she anticipated a week-long wait for the results.

After the examination, Suzanne tucked away the receipt slip inside her phone case.

The night enveloped the world in tranquility. In the early hours, the streets were bathed in the soft glow of yellow streetlights, deserted except for a sparse scattering of vehicles, with no sign of any pedestrians. Suzanne leaned against the car window. A slight drowsiness was induced by the passing scenery outside, mesmerizing her with its rhythmic motion.

A ring of the phone broke the silence.

Swiftly, she grasped her phone and glanced at the screen. It was a call from Nathan.

Without hesitation, she answered, "Hello?"

Nathan's voice, though light, carried a tinge of tension. "Are you not returning home tonight?"

"No, I am," Suzanne assured, sensing his subtle blend of displeasure and concern. "I'm on my way back."

"Where are you? I can come pick you up."

"No need, I'm already in a cab, nearly there."

"Stay safe," Nathan instructed.

"Okay."

With no further words, Nathan ended the call. Suzanne's unease grew as she set her phone aside.

Ten minutes later, the cab halted in front of Morrison Residence. After paying, Suzanne exited the cab and hastened toward the imposing gate.

Abruptly, a towering figure emerged before her, bathed in the gentle glow of the nearby lights. Under the gentle glow, his features carved sharply, emanating an aura of quiet authority. His penetrating gaze fixed upon her.

Suzanne's steps faltered, her heart quickening as she swallowed nervously.

It was Nathan.

Suzanne wondered, "Why was he waiting at the gate?"

In that instance, Suzanne's emotions mirrored those of a child caught sneaking out to play late at night, apprehensive of parental reprimand.

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