The Wrong Woman

The night hung quietly beneath the soft moonlight.

Outside the hospital, only the rustle of trees broke the silence. Nathan. entered the ward with quiet footsteps.

As Suzanne’s caregiver, Emily was about to greet him. Instead, he signaled her to stay silent with a wave of his hand. Catching the cue, she quietly made her way out of the ward.

Suzanne was peacefully sleeping on the hospital bed. Nathan settled into a nearby chair, keeping an eye on her while she slept. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Even without a hint of makeup, her face was flawless and lovely. Her features gave her an especially gentle and serene look when she was

asleep.

Suzanne had a resilient personality and a multitude of talents.

Nathan struggled to wrap his head around the idea that someone so gentle and innocent might be putting on a front.

He wasn’t sure if his powers of observation were failing him or if Suzanne was just exceptionally skilled at hiding her true self.

As the night wore on, Nathan stuck around in Suzanne’s ward fo several hours-only making his exit at around 4:00 am.

After the caregiver swapped out the next morning, Suzanne got so help freshening up and changing into fresh clothes.

They also brought her breakfast and made sure she was good to

with the new medication.

Whenever Suzanne found pockets of free time, she dove into readi

to kill the hours. Still, the nagging feeling lingered that Nathan hadn’t swung by since he walked out hand-in-hand with Sally.

She tried to act like it didn’t bother her, but deep down, the heaviness

of his absence was getting tougher to bear.

On the third night, Suzanne was jolted awake by a nightmare.

She was drenched in sweat, gasping for air. Her throat felt dry as a desert, so she reached for the bedside table. The second her fingers found a warm cup of coffee, she froze.

Suzanne’s stirring caught Emily’s attention, and she hurried over.”

Mrs. Morrison, you’re up? Do you need some water?”

“Whose coffee is this?” Suzanne sat up and stared at the cup.

“It’s General Morrison’s.”

Suzanne was shocked. “Nathan’s been here?”

“Mrs. Morrison, for the past three days while you’ve been warded, General Morrison’s been dropping by at around 11:00 pm every night.

He sticks around until almost dawn.

Suzanne was left completely stunned.

“General Morrison never seems to take a break when he swings b was worried he might feel tired, so I whipped up some hot coffe Emily casually mentioned.

Suzanne’s heart raced, and she took quick breaths. In a hurry, she lifted the blanket and asked, “Where is he?”

Emily pointed outside. “It’s almost 5:00 am. General Morrison just

took off.”

Suzanne quickly threw on her slippers and dashed outside. Emily hurried after her, holding a cardigan.

“Mrs. Morrison, please put on the cardigan. It’s chilly out there…”

During those three days since Suzanne got hurt, she assumed that Nathan couldn’t care less about her. She was surprised to learn that he had been visiting her every night.

Suzanne was touched. All she wanted was to see Nathan

immediately. She didn’t even know what to say and wasn’t sure if she was reading too much into it. Still, she wanted to meet him.

It was still before daybreak and the surroundings were shrouded in a blanket of mist.

Suzanne rushed out of the hospital, scanning the quiet street. The streetlights cast a muted glow, and a mild breeze blew past her. Still, Nathan’s figure was nowhere to be found.

Emily caught up and swiftly draped the cardigan over Suzanne’s shoulders. “Mrs. Morrison, it’s still dark, and the fog is thick. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Suzanne’s eyes welled up with tears as she asked, “Emily, does he actually come to see me every night?”

“I’m on the night shift every day, and General Morrison never misse visit!” Emily affirmed with a nod.

Suzanne lowered her head and muttered, “Why doesn’t he come see me during the day? Why does he have to wait until I’m aslee