The Wrong Woman
Chapter 252

Betty's sobs grew even louder.

At that moment, a reporter asked, "Ms. York, could you share why you aren't supporting your parents? And what are your thoughts on their decision to expose your past publicly?"

Suzanne stepped back, composing herself before the array of media reporters. Her tone was steady as she spoke, "Well, I'll make this an opportunity to spread my message to the world. "Three years ago, I lost my memory. I can't recall who I am, but I am not Suzanne York. My life was orchestrated to fit into Suzanne's persona.

"I know that once I make this matter public, I'll be in extreme danger, but I've had enough of this family's torment."

Everyone present was stunned. The members of the York family exchanged bewildered glances. Betty stood up, her expression a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "My dear, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Ignoring their protests, Suzanne gently touched her cheek, her words deliberate and sincere. "I have never undergone plastic surgery. The hospital records can prove it.

"Therefore, I implore my family, friends, classmates, or anyone who recognizes me to reach out."

Without hesitation, Betty took out a DNA report she had prepared in advance. "We've already tested your blood twice. You are my daughter."

Pointing at Betty's DNA report, Suzanne spoke sternly, "Just like me, you've been deceived by this fake report. You should seriously look for your daughter Suzanne. I am not her." With that, Suzanne nodded to the reporters. "Please help spread the word and help me reconnect with my relatives."

Having spoken her piece, she turned and departed. Her two bodyguards formed a protective shield around her, keeping the encroaching reporters at bay.

Back at Sudvilla, Suzanne felt utterly drained. She had promised Nathan to keep this matter under wraps, but the truth weighed heavily on her.

As anticipated, she once again became the subject of fervent discussion, this time with an unexpected twist. Suzanne dared not glance at her phone, fearful of what it might reveal.

An hour soon passed. Suzanne huddled on the couch in the bedroom, her knees pulled close to her chest, while her head rested wearily in her hands as her eyes fixed on the coffee table. The door creaked open, and measured footsteps drew near.

Suzanne raised her teary eyes to meet Nathan's gaze.

His breath was hurried, betraying the urgency of his arrival. In the exchange of their looks, an unspoken bond lingered between them.

With a soft murmur, Suzanne's voice faltered, "Nate, I'm sorry."

Nathan approached, settling beside her and pulling her into his embrace. His voice was a gentle whisper. "No, I should be the one apologizing." Suzanne nestled against him, tears glinting in her eyes. "Am I causing trouble for you again?"

Nathan's heart clenched with pain as he tenderly ran his fingers through her hair. "Chubs, your concerns are never a burden to me." "Today, I..."

"I know," he interrupted. He had handled Samuel and Daniel, pacifying the commotion surrounding the incident.

Yet, he had uncovered no evidence of Betty's wrongdoing. He hadn't foreseen Betty's audacity in bringing relatives and media reporters to create a scene outside Imperial Heights.

"I'm sorry, Nate," Suzanne whispered, closing her eyes and weeping softly in his arms.

The past few days had taken a toll on her, pushing her to the brink. She would rather face danger than endure her family's torment. And she couldn't bear to see Nathan suffer because of her identity.

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