Divorce Anxiety

Divorce Anxiety 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!”

only be convincing enough once you lay your own career on the

hollered, “No! This has nothing to do with me! Don’t

was

her eyes bore so much

that, Samuel became all the more

make use of Kathleen to

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

trembling with rage. “Entice you? With these average-looking facial features

palm on

then ran his fingers gradually

was startled

a sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed to have felt

you disguising yourself as someone else?” came Samuel’s question in

is the only logical

understood how she could

Gizem straight

mask was worth a

common folks could have noticed it that easily, even if

secret in seconds just by touching her

What a terrifying person!

away there and then

me your true identity

way too mysterious. Her existence alone is a

lip. “Hehe… I’m merely an orphan, a nobody. I relied on my own

at a time,

could do was step

behind her,

The wall was ice-cold.

hand, Samuel pinched her

her neck,

became a nervous wreck,

had

might, he tore Gizem’s hyper-realistic mask

covered her face with both

hands and pried them away little

all over his face once he caught sight of Gizem’s

at

were seen everywhere on Gizem’s cheeks. It was

you quit staring?” Gizem was all

in the eyes and

been in a coma, and unfortunately, I was caught in the fire at the hospital during that period. I was nearly cremated alive. They saved my life but couldn’t save my face. My master then let

her story, Samuel was

No wonder…

reached out and demanded, “Please give that

handed the hyper-realistic

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