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

“No! This has nothing to do with me!

Samuel was

eyes bore so much resemblance to that of

became

of Kathleen to play me for a

didn’t arrange for someone who’s totally alike to Kathleen but you with that

“Entice you? With these average-looking facial

palm on her delicate

then ran his fingers

startled by his

a sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed to have felt something

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

expected, this is the only logical

understood how she could make an appearance in different

Gizem straight

hyper-realistic face mask

that easily, even if they had

her secret in

What a terrifying person!

away there and then as

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

is way too mysterious. Her

nobody. I relied

a

Gizem could do

the wall behind her, and

The wall was ice-cold.

his hand, Samuel pinched

fingers toward her neck, all

became a nervous

had already had his fingers

he tore Gizem’s hyper-realistic mask

her face with

her hands and pried them

over his face once he caught

gaped at her

on Gizem’s cheeks. It was hideous and

quit staring?” Gizem was all choked

eyes and asked, “What happened to

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 let me wear

Samuel was

No wonder…

out and demanded, “Please give that

hyper-realistic face mask to

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