The Wrong Woman

Chapter 35

The Morrisons crowded around Vera as they asked her how she was doing and showed their concern for her.

Suzanne felt out of place, so she decided to leave the ward. Soon, she arrived at the corridor outside the garden on the first floor. She sat on a stone bench and settled her gaze on the shrubbery in the distance sullenly.

Suddenly, a man's deep and rich voice shattered the silence.

"What are you thinking about?"

Suzanne snapped out of her thoughts right away. She tilted her head to look at the source of the voice.

Nathan had already stopped next to her at that time and sat on the same bench as well. His presence was strong and domineering, as always.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Suzanne's heart tightened at the sight of him. Her body stiffened before she slowly adjusted her sitting posture.

"Nothing," she replied coolly.

Nathan's lips curled into a small smile, though his eyes darkened slightly. He asked in a chilly tone, "Did you overhear our project?"

Surprised, Suzanne turned to look at him in confusion. Nathan did the same as well, his gaze firmly pinned on her clear eyes.

The moment they made eye contact, Nathan realized Suzanne had beautiful and clear eyes. In a way, they were mysterious as well.

He decided to remind her. "Project Foghunt."

Suzanne had no idea why Nathan suddenly asked her this question, but she replied truthfully, "I did overhear a detail or two about it."

Nathan's expression darkened slightly. This time, his voice came out cold and slightly authoritative. "Our project got leaked."

Suzanne was confused. What did Project Foghunt getting leaked have anything to do with her?

Wait, could Nathan be suspecting her?

Suzanne felt aggrieved. "Are you suspecting me?"

Nathan chose to gaze at the scenery before him instead of answering her question directly. "Barring Mr. President and a few leaders tasked with important jurisdictions, you and I are the remaining ones who know about this project."

In that case, Suzanne was definitely quite suspicious.

She understood the reason for Nathan's suspicion, but she had no idea what the exact details of Project Foghunt were. Besides, she had never leaked anything about it anyway.

"It's not me, Nathan," Suzanne said firmly in a serious tone. "I don't know the details of your project. Also, I never leaked anything about it."

Nathan narrowed his eyes coldly at Suzanne. He took his time in enunciating every word in response.

"When I left Sunterland on a business trip, I used the opportunity to do a thorough investigation on your identity."

Suzanne stared at Nathan in surprise, though she remained silent.

Nathan continued, "As a result, I dug up another identity of yours that's quite interesting."

Interesting? He was definitely being ironic.

Suzanne clenched her fists unconsciously. She was so anxious that she was about to throw up. It was clear that Nathan was about to drop a bomb on her, judging from his gaze and tone.

Her reputation was extremely tainted at this point. Was there another scandal that could make her image worse?

Nathan picked up on Suzanne's anxiety and said coolly, "You were once chosen by Nightshade Clan to go through their special training."

Suzanne was perplexed to hear that. "What's Nightshade Clan?"

"It's an extremely mysterious organization that specializes in training assassins, spies, informants, and honey traps."

Suzanne felt a shiver run down her spine. At the same time, goosebumps crawled across her skin.

Tormented by her feelings, she could only reply helplessly, "Nathan, I understand why you'd think I was the one behind the leak. But I really didn't overhear any specific details on your project. I didn't tell anyone about it, either.

"The fact that I lost my memories still stands. If possible, I don't want to regain my memories ever again. I want to bury those filthy, nightmarish experiences and memories in the past permanently."

The more Suzanne spoke, the sadder she felt.

Her eyes now reddened, she continued in a quivering tone, "I don't know how to prove my innocence to you. I guess I'll have to endure being a scapegoat, just like when Sally framed me the first few times."

Finally, she concluded her speech, albeit pessimistically. "If you have evidence that I'm the one behind the leak, then you can go ahead and arrest me right away as though I'm a spy."