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!”

be convincing enough once you lay your own

This has nothing to

whole time, Samuel was staring deep into

much resemblance to

Samuel became all the more

Kathleen to play me for a

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

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

his palm

fingers gradually toward

was startled by his

of a sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed

are you disguising yourself as someone

expected, this is the only logical

she could

Gizem

hyper-realistic face mask was worth a

have noticed it that easily, even if they had the chance to

to discover her secret in seconds just by touching her

What a terrifying person!

off me!” Gizem shoved Samuel’s hand away there

tell me your true identity

mysterious. Her existence

orphan, a nobody. I relied

step at a time, Samuel approached

do was step

enough, her back hit the wall behind her, and

The wall was ice-cold.

his hand, Samuel pinched

fingers toward her neck, all ready to tear down her

became a nervous

Samuel had already had his fingers

might, he tore

Gizem covered her face

hold of her hands and pried them away little by

face

at her

on Gizem’s cheeks. It was hideous and horrifying

Gizem was all

in the eyes and asked,

scars.” Gizem retracted her hands on that note. “I had 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

was

No wonder…

and demanded,

the hyper-realistic

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