The Wrong Woman
Chapter 209

Suzanne's steps were light as she headed to his hospital room, holding a novel she really liked.

"What should I say when I see him later?" she wondered. "Should I talk about the book or his condition? What excuse can I use to stay and keep him company?" While contemplating, she approached the room.

The door was ajar. She was still walking at a relatively quick pace before she abruptly halted as she turned to enter the room.

She was greeted by the sight of a man and woman embracing each other.

She only had a quick glance, but it sent her into a nervous spiral. She stepped back and hid behind the wall.

She clutched the book and pressed it tightly against her chest. Her nose stung, and she couldn't stop her eyes from welling up with tears.

Suzanne lifted her head to prevent any tears from escaping, but the aching feeling in her heart made her feel like crying.

That wasn't an illusion. She clearly saw Sally embracing Nathan.

It had only been one morning. How did she find out that he was injured? She was already here to see him this soon?

Sally's voice rang out.

"I flew over as soon as you called me and asked me to come yesterday, Nate. I didn't expect you to be injured. I'm really worried."

"I'm fine," Nathan replied.

"I'm so sad and upset, Nate," she cried. "Do the injuries hurt?"

At the door, Suzanne shut her eyes slowly. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing down her face. They dampened her cheeks and dripped down to her chin.

A chilling cold emitted from her body, and her heart felt like it was being sliced open. The pain was unbearable.

In this marriage, she had gotten nothing but endless suffering.

Her hands slumped listlessly to the side, and the book hit the ground with an audible smack.

She took a deep breath, and her chest felt too congested to breathe.

She felt like a hollow shell. Tears blurred her vision as she walked away while suppressing the urge to cry.

After entering the elevator, she placed her palms on her face and wiped her face dry. However, no matter how hard she tried to brush away the tears on her cheeks, she couldn't stop the endless flow of droplets from streaming down her face.

In the hospital room, Nathan pushed Sally's hand away. He was just about to say something when he heard a vague noise at the door.

"I'll go look," Sally offered.

She walked outside and saw Suzanne's dejected, lonely figure at the end of the hallway. Her gaze fixated on the book by the door, and her lips curved up.

She returned and said with a shallow smile, "It was a nurse."

The man gave her a brief acknowledgment in response.

Sally blinked, staring at him seductively.

"Did you call me over in such a hurry because of your injury, Nate?" she asked. "Do you need me to take care of you and keep you company?"

He avoided her gaze and said in mild disdain, "Don't just launch yourself at me from now on. I have a wife. It could lead to misunderstandings."

Sally pouted at him. "You'll always be the man I love the most. I don't care if you have a wife or a family. My mind will never change."

In order to keep her emotions stable, he said gently, "You must be tired from the flight. Why don't you head back to the dormitories and get some rest?" He was still waiting for Suzanne.

"Alright, then I'll head back for now. I'll bring you lunch during lunchtime later," she replied.

Nathan nodded with an unreadable look in his eyes.

Sally left the room with her luggage in tow. She shut the door and picked up the book, bringing it along with her.

He sat at the edge of the bed and checked the time on his phone.

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