The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 174

Suzanne supported Betty's decision to divorce, but she drew the line when it came to providing her a place to stay.

Instead, she encouraged Betty to look for a job, to enrich herself with knowledge and skills, and to become a better self.

Betty, seeing no benefit in further conversation, retreated to the comfort of the York family with disappointment.

A week passed, and the long-awaited DNA test results were finally ready.

Despite mentally preparing herself for the outcome, Suzanne found herself shattered by the reality they revealed.

She stood dumbfounded outside the hospital with tears clouding her vision as she saw the words confirming her lack of biological relation.

The report validated all the suspicions and inconsistencies surrounding her identity.

If she wasn't Suzanne, then who was she? Where were her true family and friends? And what dark motives lay behind the elaborate scheme to mold her into Suzanne?

On her ride home in the car, her mind swirled with these unsettling questions. Overwhelmed and unable to unburden herself, she found herself longing for Nathan's comforting presence.

Though the sun bathed the outside world in its warm glow, Suzanne's thoughts churned in turmoil.

Gathering all her courage, she took out her phone and dialed Nathan's number. After a hesitant pause and a deep breath, she pressed the call button.

The phone rang twice before Nathan answered, setting Suzanne's heart racing with excitement.

"Suzy," echoed Nathan's voice, both deep and soothing.

Her heart fluttered at the sound. Despite their silence all week, his tone carried an unexpected warmth and concern. She wondered if could she have misinterpreted it.

"Are you busy?" Suzanne asked cautiously, her heart fluttering with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

During the silent hours of the night, Nathan grappled with the decision of whether to call Suzanne. He feared that he might disturb her sleep, dreaded the awkwardness of conversation, or worse, worried she might not want to talk at all.

Furthermore, he feared the irresistible urge to fly back to Phoenicia to see her.

Throughout the week, he endured torment as his longing intensified, yet he forced himself to restrain his impulses.

Suzanne fidgeted with her clothes, her fingers betraying her nervousness. After much deliberation, she murmured, "I'm done with my work."

Nathan sounded confused. "Hmm?"

Suzanne's face flushed and her palms were sweaty with nervousness. With a deep breath, she summoned her courage as she continued, "I've finished my work, so I can come to see you. But I'm afraid I might disturb your work, so I—"

"Don't worry about that," Nathan interjected eagerly, his voice filled with excitement. "Just wait for me at home. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Is that okay?"