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!”

no glory.” Samuel was emotionless. “It’ll only be convincing enough once you lay your own

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

time, Samuel was

eyes bore so much

that, Samuel became all the

of Kathleen to play me for

totally alike to Kathleen but you with that pair of identical eyes. He even made you copy her culinary skills and

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

his palm

then ran his fingers gradually toward

was startled

sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed to have felt

as someone else?”

expected, this is

she

Gizem

hyper-realistic face mask was worth

easily, even if

managed to discover her secret

What a terrifying person!

hand away there and then as she

you don’t tell me your true identity in

way too mysterious. Her existence

nobody. I relied on my own to get

step at a time,

could do

her, and her heart skipped a beat at

The wall was ice-cold.

his hand, Samuel

her neck, all ready to tear down

nervous wreck,

had his fingers on the

his might, he tore Gizem’s hyper-realistic mask

covered her face with both

hold of her hands and pried them away

over his face once he caught sight of

gaped at her with utter

everywhere on Gizem’s cheeks. It was hideous and horrifying

Gizem was all choked

her in the eyes

caught in the fire at the hospital during that period. I was

story, Samuel was astounded to

No wonder…

reached out and demanded,

handed the hyper-realistic face mask to

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