The Wrong Woman

A few days later, Cole was in Nathan’s office, reporting on his investigation.

“Mr. Morrison, the account Inkwell has used to upload her videos was created by a public account under an orphanage in Sunterland.

“The donations and subs she earns from her streams are directed into the bank account of this particular orphanage as well. But the director of the orphanage told me that she had never seen Inkwell in

person.

“The channel Inkwell uses to sell her artwork is quite special, too. She auctions her paintings away on the Internet.

“The account numbers used to accept the payment are all linked to orphanages and charity organizations of various regions in the country. She’s never touched any of the money.

“Also, Inkwell doesn’t have a company or a team running things on her behalf. Whenever she streams, she remains silent the whole time. All she does is paint.

“Her account was last active three years ago. Since then, Inkwell has completely vanished from the face of the earth.”

Nathan reclined against his chair with his eyes closed. As he quietly listened to Cole’s report, he couldn’t help but think about Suzanne.

He didn’t expect that a regular woman like her would have such a mysterious and intriguing background.

A moment later, Nathan said in a deep and rich voice, “Prepare the car, Cole.”

Cole asked, “Where are you going, Mr. Morrison?” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Nathan paused for a few seconds. His voice took on a tender edge as he said, “I’m going to visit Suzanne.”

The dusk colors had completely receded from the sky looming over Varia Avenue. All the streetlights were turned on, casting a bright

glow on their surroundings. The crowd bustling down the sidewalk sstarted growing exponentially as well.

SSuzanne had already set up her flower stall at her regular spot.

Thanks to her efforts in redecorating it, her stall looked cozy and racinantic. The aesthetic certainly fit the flowers that she was trying to seall

Doccasionally, she was able to make a sale or two.

“It’s bbean a while, Suzanne.”

Suzannae was in the midst of dealing with her work when she heard a grating male voice drifting into her ears.

The moment she raised her head, her eyes darkened with anger. She slowly put down the roses in her hands and moved to grab a pair of scissors insteadd.

Samuel gulped nervously when he noticed what Suzanne was planning to do.Heedook a step backward while looking alert, th he made sure to plassier a shit-eating grin on his face just to b

Suzanne up.

“Suzanne, are you still add at me? You broke my leg last time, remember? Thanks to you it’m still limping whenever I walk.”

Suzanne never returned the santile. She demanded harshly, “What are you doing here?”

Samuel answered, “Mom fell illCcanyou-”

Was he here to ask for money again?

“She already called me and asked me for money,” Suzanne cut him. off. “I know that she’s pretending to be sick the whole time. I can give her the money because she’s my mom, but I will never give you a single cent.”

Samuel gritted his teeth while mentally cursing at Suzanne. He continued grinning at her as he said, “Come on, Suzanne. We’re siblings, aren’t we?”

He added, “I screwed up big time, Suzanne. That’s why I sought you. out shamelessly. Business is quite decent for you, right? Can you help me out one more time?”

Suzanne took a deep breath, suppressing her annoyance. She slowly approached Samuel with her scissors in hand, causing him to back away from her in fear.

She said firmly, “Samuel, even though we’re legal siblings, that doesn’t mean I’m obligated to take on the responsibility to resolve your financial troubles for you time and time again.

“If you really want to remain as my brother and ask for my forgiveness, then go ahead and turn yourself in right now. I want to atone for your sins of hurting me back then. Only then will I forg you.”

Samuel harrumphed coldly in response. He jeered, “I’m not an idiot! Why should I willingly go to jail?”

Suzanne mimicked the cold huff as well. “I’m not an idiot too. Why should I help a man who’s hurt me in the past?”

For a moment, Samuel didn’t know what to say. Since he couldn’t ask for money from Suzanne, he decided to take the underhanded route.

“Fine. If you don’t want to give me money, then you can forget about

selling your damn flowers! I’ll stand right here and chase all of your customers away! Let’s see who dares to buy flowers from you!”

Suzanne felt that her family consisted of lunatics and weirdos. Her mother often asked her for money under the pretense of being sick. Her father, on the other hand, tended to call her and insult her over the phone whenever he got drunk. In a way, he had been abusing her mentally for so long.

Samuel was the worst out of the bunch. After his attempt to abduct her just to sell her to a human trafficking ring, he still had the audacity to show up right in front of her and demand money from her.

Suzanne no longer wished to waste her breath on her useless brother. She dug out her phone and punched in a phone number right away.

Upon witnessing that, Samuel chuckled arrogantly. “There’s no use in calling the cops. They don’t have time to deal with trivial reports.”

Suzanne couldn’t care less about Samuel’s hooligan-like behavior. She said, “Hi there. You’re Mr. Lodge, right? Samuel York owes you a lot of money, doesn’t he? He’s at Varia Avenue right now. I’ll send you

the location.”