Divorce Anxiety novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330

A Pitiful Act A frown marred Samuel’s countenance. “Why are you zoning out?” Wynnie urged him, “Go now! It’s almost dinner time already.” “Okay, okay.” With that, Samuel made a trip to the hospital once more. On the way, Samuel received a call. It was Tyson. “Those savages have owned up, Mr. Macari.” Tyson fell silent for a bit before going on, “They said it’s Dr. Zabinski who commanded them. It’s her ploy to fish for sympathy.” Wearing an indifferent visage, Samuel gave out an order. “Oh? Take them to Florinia Manor tonight. I’ll question them myself.” After a brief pause, Tyson asked, “Do you not believe their words, Mr. Macari?” “Yeah.” Samuel sounded impassive at that. “Noted. I’ll make the arrangement now.” With that, Tyson hung up the phone. Putting on a darkened face, Samuel arrived at the hospital.

He made a beeline for the ward, carrying with him the thermal lunchbox along the way. At that moment, Gizem was standing by the window, staring at the view outside. Hearing footsteps nearing, she slowly wheeled around. “Mr. Macari?” Why is he back again? Never did she anticipate seeing him that many times in a day. “My mom asked me to bring you this,” was Samuel’s reasoning as he put down the lunchbox. “Please relay my thanks to Mrs. Macari.” Gizem was composed as she spoke. Samuel, in turn, stated nonchalantly, “The interrogation session went pretty well with the nefarious horde.”

“Seriously?” Gizem’s eyebrows bunched up into a tight knot as she queried, “Who’s the mastermind?” “You!” Samuel glared daggers at her. Me? “Is this a joke? Tell me, then. Why would I endanger myself?” Gizem shot him a grave look as anger inundated her fair face. “They said it was an act to arouse pity,” replied Samuel. “An act to what?” Gizem sneered, “You’ve got to be kidding me! Do you even understand how important hands are to a doctor? It could’ve cost me my entire career!” “No guts, no glory.” Samuel was emotionless. “It’ll only be convincing enough once you lay your own career on the line, isn’t that so?” Flying off the handle, Gizem hollered, “No! This has nothing to do with me! Don’t you malign me!” The whole time, Samuel was staring deep into her eyes. Indeed, her eyes bore so much resemblance to that of Kathleen.

Because of that, Samuel became all the more infuriated. How dare they make use of Kathleen to play me for a fool! “That person behind your back is rather smart if I must say,” commented Samuel coldly. “He didn’t arrange for someone who’s totally alike to Kathleen but you with that pair of identical eyes. He even made you copy her culinary skills and wear her scent. All that just to entice me!” Gizem was trembling with rage. “Entice you? With these average-looking facial features of mine?” Samuel placed his palm on her delicate face. He then ran his fingers gradually toward her neck. Gizem was startled by his move. All of a sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed to have felt something odd. “Why are you disguising yourself as someone else?”