The Wrong Woman
Chapter 210

Why wasn't Suzanne here yet? Did she not want to come?

A while later, there was a knock on the door.

Nathan immediately set his phone down and adjusted his collar. He shifted his posture and sat upright.

He had a sweet smile on his lips as he looked anticipatingly toward the person who was about to enter the door.

In a split moment, his excitement plummeted down to a dark pit.

The one who entered wasn't Suzanne-it was Cole.

"What do you plan to do by asking Ms. Hoffis to come over, sir?"

Nathan's expression was solemn. "The task I assigned to you had yet to be completed after such a long time. How long would I have to wait if I didn't personally get involved?"

Now understanding the situation, Cole lowered his head guiltily and apologized, "Sorry, sir."

Nathan got up and slowly walked to the door. He stood in the long hallway and glanced at the elevators.

His heart gradually sank. The wait slowly turned agonizing.

Cole walked to his side and asked in a low voice, "What do we do now?"

"Her toothbrush, any used tissues, her hair, or find some opportunity to cut her finger open. Use any means necessary. Just get me that DNA sample as soon as possible." "Yes, sir."

Nathan remained frozen in place, looking toward the wide and empty walkway.

Cole stood beside him for a while before casting a curious glance at his depressed demeanor. Then, he followed his gaze to the end of the hall.

"What are you looking at, sir?" he asked.

Feeling dejected, Nathan didn't respond.

"Are you waiting for Mrs. Morrison?"

He retracted his gaze and wordlessly returned to the room with Cole tailing behind him.

Nathan sat on the couch and leaned lazily against the backrest. His long arms stretched along the back of the furniture, and his fingers drummed rhythmically. He turned his head to look at the view outside the balcony.

He looked horrible, and his eyes were dull. Even as he sat in silence, it was incredibly obvious that he was sad and dejected.

Cole's mood was affected as well. He lowered his voice and asked, "Do you need me to get Mrs. Morrison, sir?"

"No." There wasn't a hint of warmth in his voice.

Cole scanned the table. His meal and medication were both untouched.

He was certain that Nathan was waiting for his wife. It was obvious that he adored Suzanne. But alas, he wasn't the best at expressing how he felt.

"I'll be heading back if there's nothing else, sir." He nodded.

Nathan hummed lightly in response.

He waited for the entire day, but there was still no sight of Suzanne. He didn't receive a single text or call from her, either.

He waited listlessly on the sofa until nightfall, only for Cole to show up again.

"General, Mrs. Morrison asked the soldiers to send her to the airport a few hours ago," he said. "She's on a flight back to Phoenicia right now."

The corner of his lips twitched bitterly but he remained silent.

Loving a woman who didn't love him back was a terrible feeling.

When he was younger, he had a crush on the girl next door who treated him like her brother. Now, he was in love with a woman who was only his wife on paper. Was he not deserving of love?

A few days later, Nathan recovered fully and was discharged from the hospital. He immersed himself in his usual work.

If he kept himself occupied, he could temporarily forget about the bitter pain of his relationship. After all, it helped him not think about the matter or frustrate himself over it.

In the office, Cole walked in with a file of information in hand.

"The reports are out, Mr. Morrison."

Nathan was on the lounge chair looking through documents. He tossed the files on the coffee table and stretched his hand out to him.

He impatiently opened the document that was handed over.

There were two DNA reports-one was Sally and Zach Hoffis'...

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