The Wrong Woman

Vera patted Suzanne on the back of her hand comfortingly. “Don’t worry. I’m healthier than you think.”

Suzanne breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness you’re fine! You scared me last night!”

Vera’s smile widened even more. “I’m not that fragile, you know. I need to recover as soon as possible so that I can deal with that pesky third-wheeler for you once and for all.”

Nathan’s expression crumbled when he heard Vera’s words. He corrected her seriously, “Grandma, there aren’t any third-wheelers in

our marriage.”

Vera huffed in response. She sounded as if she was the one getting cheated on, judging from how frustrated her tone was.

“Then what about that skank from last night? I refuse to believe that platonic friendships can exist between a man and a woman!”

Nathan couldn’t refute Vera at all. He looked like he was about, but he forced himself not to say anything.

Suzanne was tickled pink at the sight of Nathan looking so

speechless and exasperated. Then again, it was incredibly rude of her to laugh, so she dipped her head and pursed her lips together tightly in an attempt to hold her laughter back. Even the corners of her mouth threatened to curve upward.

Nathan’s gaze softened when he noticed Suzanne’s attempt to reel back her laughter. Meanwhile, Vera patted Suzanne gently on the

back.

“Chubs, I’ve already ordered a housekeeper to prepare new toiletries

for you. They’re on the bathroom counter right now. You should go wwash up and have lunch soon.”

“C’Okay,” Suzanne replied obediently.

AAfter that, she entered the bathroom.

Veera watched Suzanne’s retreating silhouette while saying wistfully, “I dolon’t care if she’s Suzanne or Chubs. To me, she’s a wonderful woman who’s a good match for you. Nate, you mustn’t divorce her justst because that woman told you so, okay?”

Natharan was exasperated, but he couldn’t risk angering Vera even more, delast her health decline again. “Got it,” he replied.

Vera rottered her eyes at Nathan in slight displeasure. “Be honest with me. Do you tereally not like Chubs at all?” she asked.

Nathan moveved his chair closer to Vera. Then, he leaned over and answered, Grandma, I’ve objected to your suggestion of marrying

Suzanne from thes start.

“It doesn’t matterewivhether or not you’ve mistaken her for Chub, you shouldn’t have forced us to marry back then. This is wrong. It’s also unfair to me and Suzatanne.”

Vera snapped, “Don’t change the subject. I’m asking if you ha feelings for her.”

Nathan pondered about the question seriously for a moment.

“She’s a wonderful woman,maddoubt. But I’ve only married her little-over a month, not to meridion we’ve only spent a few days together as well. We barely knowwaach other, let alone have a relationship together.”

Vera advised sagely, “I know you’re a responsible man, Nate. Now that you’ve married Chubs, you muststatake responsibility. Don’t ever treat marriage like a child’s game, and goou must never treat her like

dirt.”

Nathan stroked Vera’s gray hair, adoration shining in his eyes. He could only nod helplessly in response.

“Got it, Grandma.”

Vera smiled happily in return. “Couples who go through thick and thin together will be together for life. You two must live happily ever after.”

Nathan was extremely helpless, to say the least. He had already promised Suzanne that he’d get a divorce from her right after Vera’s birthday banquet was over.

He had never gone back on his words.

At that moment, the entire Morrison family came to visit Vera, and they filed into the ward. In just a split second, the atmosphere in the ward became lively.

Vera suffered from Alzheimer’s, so it was safe to say that she was very forgetful. As such, she couldn’t remember who the Morrisons were. When they introduced themselves, she had a vague inkling of

who they were.

“Mom, I’m your son, Gary. This is your daughter-in-law, Florence grandson, granddaughter-in-law, as well as your great-grandch here to see you as well.”

Vera stared at everyone, clearly confused. She thought for a mon before replying, “My son’s name is Andrew.”

“Andrew was your youngest son, Mom. He passed away when he was ten years old. I’m your eldest son, Gary.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“My… eldest son?”

“Yup! Your grandson is here too!”

Suffice to say, it was always a reunion whenever the Morrisons.

visited Vera. They had to introduce themselves every time they met.

Suzanne exited the bathroom amidst the chatter. She was stunned when she saw more than a dozen people hanging out in Vera’s ward.

Whenever Vera got hospitalized, Suzanne was always there to take care of her. The Morrisons were already used to her presence.

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