The Wrong Woman

After regaining his composure, Nathan realized that he had overreacted and responded excessively.

He stood up and cleared his throat. Then, Nathan asked solemnly,” Tell me, what do you remember about the person who did this? Was it a man or a woman?”

Suzanne thought seriously for a moment before shaking her head. He was dressed in all black, wearing a black hat and a black mask. I couldn’t see his face.”

Nathan continued, “What about his height and build?”

“He-”

Just then, an urgent voice interrupted Suzanne.

“Nate! Nate!”

Sally rushed into the ward, looking bewildered. “Nate, there you are! just arrived and the place is heavily guarded. Everyone’s busy investigating something. What’s going on?”

Suzanne lowered her head in annoyance, suddenly feeling at a

for words.

Then, Sally turned to Suzanne on the bed, widening her eyes with exaggerated expression of shock.

She asked sarcastically, “Oh my God, Suzanne! You’re injured? Wh happened? Why are you injured? Who did this to you? Does it hurt

While she was asking a series of concerned questions, there was hint of gloating in her tone.

Suzanne answered flatly, “I’m fine.”

Sally looked at Nathan, anxiously asking, “Nate, what’s going on?”

Indifferently, Nathan replied, “It’s still under investigation.”

Sally blinked, a puzzled look on her face. “Suzanne, did you offend

someone?”

At this point, Suzanne was utterly speechless. “Who could I have possibly offended?”

“Who knows? I heard from my uncle that before you started dating him, you had relationships with all sorts of men. You were bold and

arrogant back then and offended quite a few people.”

Sally’s words exasperated Suzanne, but she felt powerless and didn’t know how to retort-especially in front of Nathan. She was

overwhelmed with a sense of mortification and humiliation.

Sally added with increasing enthusiasm, “Maybe there’s an old flame of yours in the camp-someone you hurt before. They might be seeking revenge because they can’t stand seeing you happily married.”

Infuriated, Suzanne asked, “What makes you think so?”

Sally chuckled in return. “Why else would someone try to hurt you? definitely not an enemy of Nate’s because everyone knows he doe like you. His enemies wouldn’t target you.”

Suppressing her anger, Suzanne uttered slowly, “Ms. Hoffis, you’re good at making things up. You should write a book.”

“I” Sally wanted to say more, but Nathan’s face had grown sulle

He grabbed Sally’s wrist with force. His voice was low and hostile a he demanded, “Come with me.”

The strength in Nathan’s grip was intense, almost as if he wanted t crush her bones. The surge of anger in him was palpable.

Nevertheless, Sally feigned composure and smiled at Suzanne. “Rest well. Nate and I will-”

“L-Leave…” Before she could finish her sentence, she was rudely dragged out of the ward.

Suzanne slowly closed her eyes, burying her head under the blanket.

In the end, she couldn’t help but sob, her body trembling from the overwhelming emotions.

She could never escape her past, which was like a pillar of shame nailed into her life. It made her feel inferior-ashamed, filthy, and unworthy of Nathan.

An outstanding man like Nathan would never like her, so what was she expecting? What was she persisting for?

At the end of the corridor outside the ward, Nathan violently threw Sally against the wall.

Sally’s shoulder hurt from the impact, and she winced in pain.

Rubbing her sore wrist, she whined, “Nate, what’s wrong with you?

You hurt me.”

Nathan stood with his hands on his hips and took a deep breath was so frustrated that he needed a moment to collect his thoug

“Where did your manners go?”

Sally pretended to be confused. “What… What do you mean?”