The Wrong Woman

Chapter 118

The sky darkened as day turned to night.

Suzanne had spent nearly the entire day with Vera in Shovale. She was exhausted by the time she returned to Morrison Residence given

she was still ill.

As Suzanne dragged herself into the living room, a snarky voice said, Oh look, our impostor artist is finally showing herself.”

Suzanne turned to see who was speaking. It was Lindsey.

Lindsey walked over arrogantly, one hand holding a phone and the other tucked by her waist.

“The great painter Ms. Inkwell finally uploaded a new video after retreating from the internet for three years,” Lindsey said.

“She clarified in the video that she had been sick for the past three. years, hence why she couldn’t continue making art. I really don’t understand how some people can be an impostor and go around. deceiving people.”

Lindsey then showed Suzanne the video playing on her screen. Disdain filled Lindsey’s eyes.

Suzanne glanced at the phone screen.

In the video, a young woman was sitting in front of the camera explaining why she chose to stay out of the public eye for the past three years. The account it was broadcasted on belonged to Inkwell.

Suzanne said flatly, “I never said I was Inkwell, Aunt Lindsey.”

“You-” Before Lindsey could finish talking, Wendy’s voice rang out nearby.

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“Aunt Lindsey, do you really believe this video? Just because someone claims they’re Inkwell doesn’t mean they really are.

“If she is, then why don’t we let an expert verify one of her paintings?

You really think she can just use being sick as an excuse?”

Suzanne turned around to see Wendy walking towards her.

Wendy patted Suzanne’s shoulder and said calmly, “Don’t worry, Suzanne. Nothing can substitute the real deal. You can buy accounts. like this for a little amount of cash nowadays. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“There are some really good hackers now too. Who knows if they hacked this account?”

Lindsey turned around and scoffed. “Bullshit. She already posted a video of herself yet here you are still refusing to give up the ghost. Everyone knows who the real Inkwell is now, you impostor!”

Wendy’s expression was twisted with anger. Her hands balled into fists by her sides as she prepared to yell at Lindsey.

But Suzanne gently grabbed Wendy’s arm and stopped her. “Don’t bother yourself with this, Wendy. Let Aunt Lindsey do as she pleases

Wendy patted Suzanne’s arm. “I trust you and support you, Suzanne.

Suzanne smiled a bittersweet smile. “Thank you.”

As Wendy gazed at Suzanne’s pale white face, she asked, concerned, ” You don’t look very well, Suzanne. You’ve been locked up in your room for the past few days. Are you sick?”

Suzanne forced another smile. “I’m alright, Wendy. Thank you for your concern. I’m going to go back to my room now.”

“Do you really not want to see a doctor, Suzanne?” Wendy hurriedly asked.

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Suzanne turned and went upstairs, not answering the question.

Lindsey continued saying sarcastically behind her back, “I heard Sally Hoffis tried killing herself for the sake of love, so Nathan’s been keeping her company for the past few days. Of course, Suzanne’s going to fall ill now that her sugar daddy’s about to cast her away.”

Wendy snapped at her aunt. “You’re dying for Suzanne and Nathan to divorce so he can marry your god-daughter, aren’t you, Aunt Lindsey?”

“What’s so bad about my god-daughter? She’s ten times better than Suzanne is!” Lindsey huffed.

Wendy sneered.

Suzanne ignored them and went upstairs to Nathan’s study. She sat down at his desk and drafted an entire divorce agreement on his computer.

Suzanne then printed out two copies. She signed on both of them without hesitation.

Afterward, she took out her phone and stared at her contact list about fifteen minutes.

As her heart clenched, Suzanne mustered her courage to call Nathan’s number.

The call went through quickly. Nathan’s soothing voice rang out fr the other end with a hint of guilt. “Suzy.”