Divorce Anxiety
Chapter 317

Chapter 317 You Are Hurting Me Perhaps, a person's appearance and voice could be changed, butwhat about a person's hand? Especially when it's the hand of a loved one. Samuel grabbed her handabruptly. “Who exactly are you?” Gizem was startled. “Mr. Macari, are you okay?" “I asked, who areyou?” His grip tightened unthinkingly. She frowned. “You're hurting me.” Upon hearing that, heinstantaneously let go of her.

“Mr. Macari, I'm just a doctor. I don’t know what you're talking about.” Gizem was getting infuriated."Your cooking tastes like my wife's,” he said frigidly. His wife? Kathleen Johnson? “I heard of whathappened between you and your wife, but I only heard about it because I have to come here totreat your daughter.” Gizem was displeased. “I have no idea why our cooking tastes the same.”Samuel remained silent. After taking a deep breath, she added, “Mr. Macari, you might not like whatI'll say next, but your health condition is not great. I'm afraid it's going to be difficult for you torecuperate. You should have more doctors to check on you. Otherwise...” “Otherwise what?" heasked indifferently. “Otherwise, you'll have less than three years to live.” With that, she turned on herheel and left. Samuel's frown deepened. Three years? That short? Desi and Eil will only be eightyears old three years later. I still want to be with them longer, but I guess fate is not giving me moretime. That's why I need to replace Kathleen back. At least I'll die in peace.

Unbeknownst to Samuel, Desi and Eil were hiding in the corner. Desi wanted to speak, but Eilsignaled her not to talk first. Hand in hand, the two siblings went back to their rooms. Eil rested hischin on his hand, saying, “Even Daddy said that Dr. Zabinski's cooking tastes similar to Mommy's.”"Eil, you think so too, right?” Desi said excitedly, “She's Mommy! She must be Mommy!” Glancing athis overexcited sister, Eil said dispassionately, “What if she’s a swindler?” “Ms. Zabinski is not aswindler.” She pouted in displeasure. “Have you ever seen such a diligent swindler?” “Of course.”The handsome little boy's expression remained indifferent. “Think about our daddy's identity. Manywomen want to be our stepmother.” Desi fell silent. “Besides, if Mommy is still alive, would youchoose Mommy or her?” he continued. “Mommy, of course.” Desi blinked. “But she is Mommy." Eilsighed, realizing he could not convince his sister otherwise. “Eil, you did great last time when youdiscovered her curriculum vitae was fake. Can you please investigate again?” She tugged at his arm.He stared at Desi and asked seriously, “Desi, if I replace out that she's not Mommy, will you genuinelygive up on that thought?” The girl nodded. “Yes, as long as it's proven that she’s not Mommy, Iwon't hold onto that misunderstanding.”

"Okay. Remember what you said.” Eil patted her head. “You can't go back on your words.” “What ifshe’s Mommy, then?” “If she is, then our family can finally be reunited.” “Actually, there's a reallysimple way.” Desi smirked. “What is it?" Eil frowned. “A DNA maternity test.” Desi crossed her armsand raised her chin smugly. “Aren“t I a genius?” Eil was taken aback by that answer. “Why didn't Ithink of that?” Indeed, that was a very straightforward method. “Now that Ms. Zabinski is living inour house, it's easy for us to take strands of her hair.” Desi was getting worked up. “But it needs tohave hair follicles, or else it won't work,” Eil reminded. “Oh.” She nodded. “All right. You should go tobed now.” “Got it! But I worry that I cant sleep.” She was still jazzed. “Even if you can't fall asleep,you have to go to bed so that your body can recover. Understand?” “Okay.” She nodded. “I'll go tosleep.” “Go.” Eil watched her retreating figure as she went out of the room. Once she was gone, heswitched on his computer and searched for Gizem's biodata again. The result was the same as whathe had found before. His attractive eyes dimmed. I'll have to search for people who are related toGizem then. If something is fishy, that's where I can get clues. Meanwhile, Gizem sat on the bed,checking her wristwatch.

Is Samuel already suspecting my identity? Just because of my cooking? Is my cooking really thatsimilar to his wife's? For some reason, a strange feeling was gnawing at her. After pondering for awhile, she decided to call her master. The old man picked up the phone. “Oh my. You never call at adecent hour.” Gizem smiled awkwardly. “Something came up.” “What is it?" He frowned. “Samuel atethe food I prepared today and said my cooking’s similar to his wife's.” The old man narrowed hiseyes. “Then?” “After that, he questioned who I was.” Gizem sighed, feeling dejected. “Master, did Iruin the plan?” “Don’t you think this is good?” he asked with a sardonic smile. “How is it a goodthing?” She heaved a sigh again. “Master, should I get ready to escape?” The old man chuckled. “No,no. As long as he doesn't discover Windwell Corporation, just let him be.” Gizem uttered slowly,“Are you not afraid he might kill me?” “He won't,” her master replied firmly. “As long as you cansave his daughter, he won't kill you.” “Master, there's one more thing,” she said in a serious tone."What is it?” “There's a scar on my abdomen, and you've never told me how I got it,” Gizemremarked meaningfully. “With your knowledge and expertise, can't you tell what it is?” he answeredimpassively, not appearing to be infuriated by her obscure accusation. She pressed her lips into athin line before saying, “It's a scar of a cesarean delivery.” After a short moment, her masterresponded, “Giz, I didn’t want to hide anything from you, but your past was so horrific that I don'twant you to think about it again.” “Master, is my child still alive?” “No...” The old man sighed. “Thebaby died right after birth. At that time, you were suffering from severe poisoning, so..." Gizemunderstood her master didn't tell her the truth for her sake. “Giz, carry out your mission well. Whenyou return, I'll bring you to visit the grave of that man and the child. Well, if you want to.” “Yes, I do!"She nodded. “All right. I'll bring you there when the time comes.”

With that, her master hung up the phone. Putting down her phone, Gizem let out a breath. It seemslike everything is just like what I've guessed. Many things happened during the year when I wasunconscious. It turns out I also had a man I loved and had a child with him, but they are no longeralive. The longer she thought of it, the more frustrated she felt. Thus, she changed her clothes andwent jogging outside, not expecting to bump into Samuel. He was smoking as he stood by anartificial lake. She initially wanted to jog past him, but the man stopped her.