The Wrong Woman

Chapter 608

The room was spacious, with only a bed and a cabinet. A washbasin, towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste were placed on the cabinet.

On the left, there was a window covered in iron bars. From the window, he could see a very high wall outside.

Nathan got out of bed. He opened the door and walked out to an empty hall.

There was a dining table with four chairs in the middle of the hall, and a bookshelf filled with books was against the wall.

There was nothing else except for these things.

At this moment, a paper airplane descended from above and landed on his feet.

A fair-skinned young boy rushed over. He stuttered, "P-Pla... Plan....."

Nathan furrowed his brow. He was stunned at first, but then he slowly crouched down. He picked up the paper airplane and lifted the boy up.

"What's your name?" he asked with a smile.

The boy blinked at him.

At that moment, a gentle and deep voice sounded. "Elio Hoffis."

Nathan looked over. He saw a middle-aged man with a refined appearance stepping out from another room.

Seeing him, Nathan smiled with relief. The man was Wanda's father, Tristan Hoffis.

Soon after, a graceful and virtuous middle-aged woman also walked out. She had delicate features. She was Wanda's mother, Michaela Sheffield.

"Nate, after all these years, do you still remember me and Aunt Michaela?" Tristan asked.

Nathan wore a faint smile. He politely said, "I'm sorry, I suffered a head injury, so I can't remember."

"What about my daughter, Sally, do you remember her?"

Nathan shook his head.

Michaela corrected him, "You used to call her Chubs when you were young, don't you remember anything?"

"I really can't recall," Nathan replied. He scanned the surroundings

noticed numerous surveillanContents belong to NovelDrama.Org

cameras. There were about a dozen cameras in just one living room.

Tristan and Michaela sighed with disappointment.

Nathan put Elio down. He handed him the paper airplane to let him play. He sat on a chair and asked, "How did I end up here?"

Tristan and Michael also sat on the dining chairs. They grabbed a water bottle and poured Nathan a glass of water.

"We don't know why you were captured and brought here," Michaela said. She poured the water and handed it to him.

Nathan took the glass. He expressed his gratitude, "Thank you."

Tristan held his head. His voice was tinged with sadness, "We've been locked up for many years. Luckily, I have my wife and child with me. "Recently, my parents were also brought in, but then they went away. Neither of them came back, it's probably a bad sign."

Nathan didn't drink the water. Instead, he stood up to check each window. He found out there were high walls with high tension wire outside.

He walked to the door and pulled it open.

There was another locked iron gate, like a prison.

He could see a garden through the iron bars. The sun was bright, and the garden was full of blooming flowers. The garden was also enclosed by a 9.8-foot-high wall.

There was a dense forest beyond the wall. No other buildings were in sight except for towering trees.

Tristan walked over to Nathan's

side. He said, "Once you're locked in

here, don't even think about getting

out. This place is stricter than a prison. You can't escape. Content

"Armed men will come to deliver meals three times a day, so if you need anything, you can write a list and give it to them when they bring the food."

Nathan remained composed. He smiled slightly as he muttered in an extremely light tone, "Dad, as long as I can get in, I don't need to escape."