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Chapter 243

As Donald exited the study, Nathan rose to his feet.
“Kind souls wield knives for self-defense, while bandits brandish them for global plunder,” Donald
mused as he strolled away.
“General Morrison, I truly hope I would be able to witness Norvanial develop an unbeatable defense
weapon, to shield our country from further humiliation. I’ve high hopes for you.” Donald expressed his
heartfelt wish.
As Nathan escorted Donald out of Morrison Residence, he felt a pang of discomfort. Suzanne
anxiously awaited at the dining table, her spirits stretched thin.
Upon Nathan’s return, Suzanne hurried over, her concern evident. Nate, did Mr. President give you a
hard time? Did he scold you? Is he going to punish you?”
Though Nathan’s expression was grim, he managed a faint smile as he gently caressed her long hair.
“No, everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Nathan affirmed.
Suzanne re
his h
up to touch his cheek, helicate fingers against e. It was a tender moment between them. Her
and warm, bringing him comfort.
ouldn’t help but cover her hand with his and gazed at her tionately.
She felt distressed. “You look so tired, darling. You’ve been so busy lately. You must be exhausted.”
“Chubs, there are things I can’t share with you. Thank you for not prying,” Nathan responded softly.
Suzanne smiled gently, her eyes filled with love and concern. “Dinner has been reheated three times.
Let’s go eat.”
Nathan nodded and led her to the dining table.
That evening, Nathan toiled until the early hours. When he returned to their room, Suzanne had already
fallen asleep in exhaustion.
The next morning, as usual, Suzanne arrived at the ICU ward of the hospital. After spending some time
with Liam and consulting with the doctors about his condition, she handed over her ring to the doctor.
Initially, the doctor was against the idea of bringing the ring into the ward. But Suzanne insisted that the
ring could awaken Liam’s will to survive, hence the doctor had no choice but to comply.
As Suzanne prepared to leave, a male doctor in a white coat suddenly blocked her path. When she
saw his face clearly, Suzanne was slightly taken aback.
Oliver flashed a seductive smile, his dark eyes deep and enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke
softly, “What a coincidence, my dear ex-girlfriend.”
on of “ex-girlfriend” made Suzann
ause, her heart
a beat and a sense of panic creeping in.
e wasn’t Suzanne at all. Yet, Oliver claimed she was, even recalling her proficiency in eight languages.
Before losing her memory, Oliver already knew her. Pondering over it, Oliver was aware of her identity
and understood her well. The crucial. point was that Oliver was a surgeon.
Suzanne unconsciously touched the back of her head, growing
increasingly flustered as goosebumps prickled her skin. It was chilling even to contemplate.
“Dr. Hoffis,” Suzanne greeted, feigning calmness. “Do you work at this hospital?”
Oliver smiled lightly, casually remarking, “Not exactly work, just here for a joint consultation.”
Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat again, her expression tinged with panic as she nervously swallowed.
He was the son of a billionaire and a renowned surgeon. He might have manipulated the two DNA test
reports before.
She had previously suspected Nathan. But now, upon reflection, Oliver seemed more suspicious and
more plausible. This man, akin to Sally, was exceedingly dangerous and terrifying.
Oliver frowned, gradually approaching Suzanne, his voice soft as he asked, “What’s wrong? You look
pale. Are you feeling unwell?”
Oliver reached out to touch Suzanne’s forehead.
Suzanne stepped back, wary of him, her voice trembling slightly. “I have something to attend to. I’ll
leave first.”