Divorce Anxiety

Divorce Anxiety Chapter 309

Chapter 309 I Miss Mommy

“Do you think she’d be able to live until the age of eighteen, then?” questioned the old man.

“I can’t guarantee that. After all, she’s barely five years old now. There would be a lot of unexpected issues in the future.”

He chuckled. “Then, we should just do our best and leave the rest to fate. Samuel paid us enough money anyway.”

“Got it.” Gizem nodded, well aware that her master was someone who valued profit.

“Remember, do not have any unnecessary thoughts about Samuel. We’re only trying to earn money from him,” he reminded.

“I understand,” she answered.

“All right. I’ll let you go back to whatever you were doing.” The old man smiled and hung up.

Gizem put the phone down.

She recalled Desi. For some unknown reason, the girl gave her a familiar and amicable feeling.

Meanwhile, Samuel carried Desi into the car and went home.

On their way home, she tasted one of the meatballs and narrowed her black grape-like eyes in pleasure.

“Wow! This tastes amazing! It tastes like Mommy’s cooking!” she exclaimed.

A hint of distress flashed past Samuel’s eyes when he heard what his daughter said.

Desi lacked motherly love ever since she was young, and Samuel knew it was all his fault.

Had he known Kathleen was pregnant back then, he wouldn’t have done what he did.

“Daddy, try some,” Desi said excitedly.

“You can have it. If you like it so much, I’ll tell Dr. Zabinski to make you some next time,” replied Samuel.

“Daddy, she’s a doctor, not a maid.” The girl was speechless at her father’s words.

Daddy is too bossy!

“Anything for you, my baby girl.” He looked at her affectionately.

Desi beamed. “But I don’t want Ms. Zabinski to hate me.”

Samuel merely ruffled his daughter’s hair wordlessly.

He sent the girl to the Macari residence.

Usually, when he went to the office, he would leave the two kids at the Macari residence under his grandmother’s care.

doted on the two children and would fulfill

Eil was quite obedient and

calm and collected by nature and seldom got into

only a docile sweetheart when her

she would transform into a

got out of the car with the lunchbox in

saw the lunchbox and asked curiously, “Where’d you get that

me. I want Eil to have a taste too. It

“I found Desi a new doctor. Desi seems

Is she reliable?” questioned

introduced

“That’s good.” Diana nodded.

be off to work now.”

looked at her grandson’s thin and slender back view

still had two kids as his pillar of

was sure that he would

hopped her way upstairs,

had charming facial features that resembled his

just as calm and collected as

to him.

the hospital or the restaurant?” He furrowed his

a fork and ordered, “Stop asking. Open your

compliant to anything

so he

meatball into

munched on it and knitted

tastes like Mommy’s cooking, doesn’t it?” asked Desi, filled with

a meatball that tastes slightly better than average.” Eil

as she insisted, “It clearly tastes like Mommy’s

Mommy’s cooking before. How can you be sure?” The boy looked at his

care! It’s Mommy’s cooking!” The little girl was determined as she pouted, looking

It’s Mommy’s cooking.” Eil could only agree with her

put the lunchbox down and cowered aside, tears welling in her

it’s

miss Mommy.” She sobbed

didn’t know what

but he also knew it was impossible that

uncle told them their mother had passed away due to dystocia

Desi and consoled her, “Desi, be a good girl and stop crying. Mommy will be watching over us in heaven. We must be happy so that she won’t

little girl continued weeping. “But I want

we investigate

crying almost immediately. “So you

The boy fell silent.

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