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Chapter 117

“Nate, don’t leave…” Sally’s cries grew louder.
Loretta kept on insisting for Nathan to stay, feeling pained for her granddaughter.
Cole and Gilbert finally obtained the DNA report after monitoring the blood test procedure. No one
besides the lab doctors had been in close contact with the blood samples.
The two rushed back home right after getting the report in order to hand it personally to Suzanne.
She sat down on the chair out on the balcony, a thin sweater around her shoulders. She looked pale
and glum as she opened up the
documents.
A breeze swept across Suzanne, though her heart was warm with hope. Suzanne then took out the test
report.
After reading through it briefly, Suzanne slowly resealed the paper with a neutral expression. She then
said softly, “Tell Mr. Morrison nothing has changed whatsoever. I’m Suzanne York, that’s all. He can
stop suspecting otherwise now.”
Cole and Gilbert were disappointed by the DNA test results. They said, “Yes, Madam:”
Suzanne suddenly coughed.
Cole asked worriedly, “You don’t look very well, Madam. Do you feel ill? Should I get a doctor for you?”
“I’m fine. Leave me be.” Suzanne sat back in the chair and closed her
eyes.
Gilbert said, “Madam, Mr. Morrison has been busy lately. He-”
Suzanne waved her hand, saying gently, “There’s no need to explain to
me anymore.”
“We’ll let you rest then, Madam.” Cole and Gilbert then left the room.
Suzanne raised her legs and hugged them, burying her face into her thighs. Her frail body curled up
into a ball, shoulders shaking lightly.
The breeze did nothing to quell the pain in her heart.
Suzanne then slept for several days, eating very little whenever the housekeeper brought her food.
When she felt better, she decided to go see Vera one last time before leaving this place.
Suzanne dabbed some rouge on her pale cheeks.
She then went to Shovale and stood before Vera with a smile.
“Grandma,” Suzanne called tenderly.
Vera gazed silently at her for a moment before asking slowly, “Who are you?”
Suzanne’s smile froze on her face. She covered her mouth and turned around quickly to hide the tears
in her eyes.
Did Vera’s illness worsen to such a degree in such a short time since they last met?
Suzanne powered through the sadness and sniffled before going to Vera. She crouched down before
her, forcing a smile on her face. “I’m Suzanne, Grandma. I’m your youngest granddaughter-in-law.”
“Youngest granddaughter-in-law? Hmm, let me see, who’s my youngest grandson again?”
Suzanne grew more upset. Had Vera forgotten about Nathan too?
Suzanne held back her tears and choked out softly, “His name is
Nathan.”
“Oh, yeah. My grandson’s name is Nathan. Who did you say you were earlier?”
Suzanne didn’t answer Vera anymore. She held Vera’s wrinkly hands, feeling the warmth from them.
Tears fell from Suzanne’s eyes.
Right now, memory appeared far more important than life itself.
If Suzanne died, at least the memory of her would live on in those who loved her. Yet right now,
someone who used to love her had thoroughly forgotten about her.
It was a far more excruciating pain.
Suzanne choked out, “Please take good care of yourself, Grandma. I’ll always love you, whether or not
you remember me.”