All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Although they were both female, Suzanne still felt a little awkward. The doctor turned and saw her standing there stiffly without moving an inch. The doctor smiled and said, "I saw the report on your medical history earlier. You must have done this examination several times before. Why are you still acting all shy like a little girl?" Suzanne pursed her lips awkwardly and slowly took off her pants. Following the doctor's instructions, she lay on the bed and spread her legs apart. Suzanne felt her cheeks burning hot. Feeling embarrassed, she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. The doctor stood between Suzanne's legs and briefly examined her with a speculum. Suddenly, she seemed stunned and dropped the speculum. She spoke to Suzanne with a frown, "How did you get infected previously? Did you get it through a blood transfer?" Suzanna opened her eyes. When she saw the serious expression on the doctor's face, she became nervous for fear that her illness had relapsed

At this moment, Nathan's expression was unexpectedly calm. Suzanne didn't take Lindsey's words to heart. Instead, the person she cared about had always been Nathan. "Lindsey," Suzanne said, "I never claimed to be Inkwell, nor have I used her reputation for personal gain. On what grounds does she have to sue me?" Lindsey sneered. "Oh, you don't know? Wendy spent a tidy sum to restore that crappy painting of yours. She even sold the painting for five million dollars." Suzanne clenched her fists as her chest tightened with anger. She hadn't expected this to happen. She had deliberately ruined the painting, yet Wendy managed to find someone to restore it. It was even sold at a high price. Suzanne had been keeping tabs on this Inkwell person who seemed to appear out of thin air. At first, she thought Inkwell was just going to make a brief appearance. However, Suzanne didn't expect Inkwell to capitalize on her fame and make money through livestreaming. Apart from product endors

Before anyone could say anything, Suzanne pushed her plate away and demanded angrily, "Lindsey, just tell me if you have any grievances against me. Don't resort to such lowly tactics. It's very unbecoming." The reason Lindsey dared to bully Suzanne so openly was because Nathan moved out of the master bedroom and slept in the guest room last night. She was certain Nathan harbored extreme disgust toward Suzanne, just like everyone else in the room. Lindsey gestured at the others with a sweeping motion and said, "It's not just me who dislikes you. Every single person here despises a despicable woman like you. Don't you know what kind of person you are? Are you not self-aware?" Gary spoke up with a hint of anger, "Lin, that's going too far." Displeased, Lindsey said, "Gary, stay out of this. Today, I will clean up the trash in the Morrison family. We absolutely cannot let this woman continue staying in this house and tarnishing our family's reputation."I've already contacted th

The rest of them left the dining table eagerly and followed suit. …The reception hall in the side wing was where the Morrisons held large banquets. The space was bright, spacious, and well-lit. There were many people present, including media reporters, a team of lawyers, professional appraisers from the Artists Association, and even renowned experts in the field of art. Inkwell and her assistant were the last to arrive. Inkwell was taken aback when she saw the massive gathering. She thought it was a private invitation from the Morrison family, but the scene before her resembled a press conference. Upon entering the hall, she immediately turned to leave. Unfortunately, Inkwell and her assistant ran into Suzanne just as they took two steps out of the hall. Suzanne recognized Inkwell from the video that revealed her face. She called out hastily, "Ms. Inkwell, where are you going?" Inkwell stopped in her tracks and turned to Suzanne with a displeased expression. When the re

The phone rang several times before a woman answered the call in Sunterlish, "Hello, who is this?" Feeling very nervous, Suzanne took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. She replied in Sunterlish as well, "Hello, Mrs. Potter. Do you remember me?" Emma Potter sounded surprised, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "You… are you Inkwell?" "Mrs. Potter, so you still remember my voice?" Suzanne felt relieved. A few days ago, she found the number of the orphanage director. Inkwell had registered her social media account under the director back then. If Suzanne was Inkwell, they should have often talked over the phone previously, even if they had never met in person before. Today, she was forced to take a gamble, but she didn't expect to win the bet. Suzanne was quite sure that she was Inkwell herself. Emma's voice choked up, "Of course I remember. Oh my goodness, it really is you! Inkwell, have you been well for the past three years? Where are you? Is everything g