All Too Late

Chapter 323 Do You Have Proof

Gemma scoffed. “I dare you to call Samuel and repeat that to him.” Yareli exclaimed furiously, “That’s not the point now! The point is that this woman stole Samuel’s card and is planning to use it to buy herself a car.” Gemma turned to look at Gizem. Gizem stole Samuel’s card? How is that possible? “You’ve been blabbering about me stealing his card. Do you even have any proof to support your accusation?” Gizem questioned. Yareli pursed her lips.

“That card over there is the proof!” “I demand you to apologize to me if this card is proven not to be Samuel’s,” Gizem stated, her gaze cold. Yareli’s eyes were burning with contempt as she retorted, “Pfft. There has to be a problem. How could a regular doctor like you, who barely makes that much in a year, afford to buy a fancy car whenever you wanted?” Yareli was aware that Gizem had moved into Florinia Manor. She, however, had never stepped foot into that place even after five years. Yet, Gizem managed to move in as soon as she appeared. Yareli was sure of one thing, and it was that Gizem was a woman with many tricks up her sleeves. Gizem was clearly average looking. Thus, even after wrecking her brain, Yareli could not come up with an appropriate reason why Samuel had allowed Gizem to move into the manor. With an icy expression, Gizem said to the shop assistant, “Please check the account name of this card and inform this lady over here.” Yes, Miss,” the shop assistant replied before carrying out the request right away. Yareli felt slightly uneasy.

Manor. After a while, the shop assistant was back. “This card belongs to Ms. Gizem,” he said, his eyes shining with admiration. “Heard that?” Gizem inquired as she gave Yareli a glare. “This is impossible!” Yareli shrieked. “She’s a mere doctor! How is it possible that she owns a black card?” The shop assistant gave Yareli a dirty glare. “You seem to be unaware that she is not

makes me feel like I’m squandering my intelligence,” Gizem snidely said. “You!” Yareli squeaked; her lips were twitching from the fury. Gizem, however, ignored her and jumped inside the car as she said to Gemma, “Get in. I’ll take you for a drive.” “Sure thing,” Gemma squealed in delight as she climbed into the car. Gizem then drove the car away. Yareli gritted her teeth. She peered at the car that was slowly vanishing from her line of sight, a bitter glare building in her eyes. During their drive, Gemma was delighted as she commented, “This car’s functionality is amazing.” Gizem smiled at that. She stopped the

Gizem’s actions. “Do you always start with the strawberries?” “Yeah,” Gizem replied. “Shouldn’t we always eat delicious things first? It’s somewhat like love, I think. It’s sort of like those relationships that we know are bound to hurt us— Somehow, we manage to remember all the good parts of it instead of the bad parts.” Gemma froze. Kathleen had said the exact same words in the past. “What’s the matter?” Gizem looked at her in bewilderment. “Nothing. I just thought of a friend of mine,” Gemma explained as she took a bite of the blueberry cake. “She likes strawberry cake too. And similarly, she likes eating the strawberries first and even said the same things

I think she’d probably still be alive if it weren’t for difficult labor.” “But maybe it was worth it for her. Sacrificing herself for the sake of her two children, I mean,” said Gizem as she stopped forking her cake. Gemma merely stared at her quietly. “I’d also nearly became a mother, but I lost my child in the end,” Gizem continued lightly. Gemma was baffled. “You’re already married, Dr. Zabinski?” “Nope. He was just my boyfriend at the time,” Gizem explained. “He passed away when I was pregnant. I didn’t expect the child to go with him. The miscarriage was due to a car accident. Similarly, I lost too much blood, and paired with the impact of the crash— I ended up losing my memories as well.” Gemma was shaken to the core as she breathed, “Your experience is too traumatic.” “Yeah. The past was too painful. My heart aches each time I try to think of