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!”

“It’ll only be convincing enough once you lay your own career on the line, isn’t that

“No! This has

Samuel was staring deep into

her eyes bore so much resemblance

that, Samuel became

they make use of Kathleen to play me

“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 her culinary skills and wear her scent. All that just

trembling with rage. “Entice you? With these

placed his palm

ran his fingers

startled

Samuel’s fingers seemed to have

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

is the

Samuel finally understood how she

overwhelmed Gizem

hyper-realistic face mask was worth

have noticed it that easily, even if they

had managed to discover her secret in seconds

What a terrifying person!

hand away there and

me your true identity in this instance, I’ll never let you

too mysterious.

an orphan, a nobody. I

a time, Samuel

could do was step

behind her, and her heart skipped a beat at

The wall was ice-cold.

his hand, Samuel

fingers toward her neck, all

a nervous wreck,

already had his fingers on

might, he tore Gizem’s

her face with both

and

all over his face

gaped at

cheeks.

quit staring?” Gizem was all

her in the eyes and asked, “What happened to your

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

story, Samuel was

No wonder…

and demanded,

the hyper-realistic face mask

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