Divorce Anxiety

Chapter 412 Guess Whose Face This Is

“It’s not wise for you to appear before them right now. Why don’t I go instead?” Charles grimly stated.

That was when Clarissa immediately offered, “I’ll go with you since I’m more adept at determining whether Zachary is truly dead.”

Charles glanced at her with deep intent before finally nodding. “Okay, let’s go.”

The two promptly took their leave.

A dark emotion flickered in Kathleen’s narrowed eyes just then.

Doesn’t Clarissa seem a little too proactive? Oh well. I guess it’s best to let Charles realize some things on his own. After all, who’s to say Charles is interested in Clarissa? Plus, she might not want him to know her feelings. If I tell Charles that I think Clarissa’s interested in him, it might make things awkward.

The only thing keeping Kathleen together these days was Samuel.

However, a week had already passed, yet he showed no signs of waking up.

He would previously twitch a little when dreaming, but that did not happen anymore.

How frustrating!

With that thought, Kathleen turned to go upstairs and check on him.

Samuel lay unconscious on the bed. His breathing was stable, but his chest barely rose or fell.

Kathleen approached him, sat on the bed, and held his hand while speaking. “I used to think you were too quiet and wondered if you talked more when around Nicolette. Now that I’m seeing you like this, I can’t help but miss the way you used to be.

“Please wake up, Samuel. Haven’t you slept enough? Please just come around, okay? Let’s not fight anymore. Can’t we spend the rest of our days peacefully?”

Despite her efforts, Samuel did not respond.

That sparked annoyance in Kathleen, who instantly snapped, “I’ve already asked you nicely! Why won’t you wake up? Ugh, you’re so mean!”

There was still no response.

Subsequently, Kathleen leaned closer to him while frowning. “What’s so good about staying unconscious anyway? Don’t tell me that you’re dreaming about Nicolette!”

It was then that she pointed at Samuel’s chiseled face. “Do you not love me anymore? I bet the Nicolette in your dreams is super gentle toward you, huh? I bet she’s so much better than me. Is that why you’re unwilling to wake up?”

Only silence came from Samuel.

“Jeez, fine. I’ll stop joking around. You go ahead and rest up then,” said a sighing Kathleen.

the blanket over Samuel

the time she went downstairs, Tyson had just entered the

Macari,” Tyson greeted. He never stopped addressing Kathleen

matter?”

However, there’s this event that Mr. Macari

it?” asked a

birthday party of the daughter

arched in confusion

But yes, that mentor named Stephen Yackley significantly aided Mr. Macari when the latter was younger. It’s now the twentieth birthday of Stephen’s daughter,

the

briefly before asking, “We

nodded. “Indeed. Not at

“I need

Tyson stood wordlessly beside her as she brainstormed for what

there’s nothing we can do about it, then let’s just get

utter

with the utmost seriousness. “Don’t you recall how easy it was for me to

fueled Tyson’s alarmed response as he exclaimed,

is finding someone with the same height and aura as Samuel.” Kathleen massaged her temples before asking, “Do you know

head, thinking it was truly impossible to

Kathleen with the medicinal ingredients that he helped her purchase from

them into the

there!” Kathleen boomed all of

steps, asking, “Is something the matter, Dr.

on her tiptoes to examine his height. Moments passed before she nodded satisfactorily. “Not bad. Not bad at all. You’re

as he wondered what she was

Don’t move a muscle!” Kathleen instructed while patting his

Yadiel remained stiffly in that position

Samuel’s suits from the

these on,”

eyed the luxury brand suit in Kathleen’s hands. His frown eventually deepened as he asked, “What is all this about,

Kathleen urged. “Come to the office once you’re done. As for you, Tyson,

Kathleen

brought the suit set to the washroom and got

before he walked into Kathleen’s office in

Kathleen took out her tool kit and asked Yadiel to sit

tool kit, Yadiel was alarmed and instantly questioned, “What are