Divorce Anxiety
Chapter 412

Chapter 412 Guess Whose Face This Is “It's not wise for you to appear before them right now. Whydon't I go instead?” Charles grimly stated. That was when Clarissa immediately offered, “I'll go withyou since I'm more adept at determining whether Zachary is truly dead.” Charles glanced at her withdeep intent before finally nodding. “Okay, let's go.” The two promptly took their leave. A darkemotion 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 Charlesis interested in Clarissa? Plus, she might not want him to know her feelings. If I tell Charles that Ithink Clarissa’s interested in him, it might make things awkward. The only thing keeping Kathleentogether these days was Samuel.

However, a week had already passed, yet he showed no signs of waking up. He would previouslytwitch 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 breathingwas stable, but his chest barely rose or fell. Kathleen approached him, sat on the bed, and held hishand while speaking. “I used to think you were too quiet and wondered if you talked more whenaround 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 fightanymore. Can't we spend the rest of our days peacefully?” Despite her efforts, Samuel did notrespond. 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, Kathleenleaned closer to him while frowning. “What's so good about staying unconscious anyway? Don't tellme 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?"Okay." Tyson obediently joined Kathleen in the office right away. At the same time, Yadiel broughtthe suit set to the washroom and got changed. Minutes passed before he walked into Kathleen'soffice in Samuel's clothes. That was when Kathleen took out her tool kit and asked Yadiel to sitdown. Seeing the tool kit, Yadiel was alarmed and instantly questioned, “What are you planning todo, Dr. Johnson?” “Stay still. I'm going to put you in a disguise. Now, remember, you're going to beSamuel tonight.” What? Yadiel's eyes went wide upon learning what he had gotten roped into.“Tyson, I want you to tell him all of Samuel's quirks and habits,” Kathleen instructed. “Understood,”replied a nodding Tyson. He then relayed every bit of information regarding Samuel's habits andbehaviors when attending events. “Firstly, Mr. Macari never drinks in public.” That sound of that leftKathleen dumbstruck. “Doesn't he drink?” “Nope.” Tyson explained, “You have no idea, Mrs. Macari,but he stopped drinking ever since you left. He didn’t want other women to get him drunk withulterior motives. Thus, he would refuse even if others handed him a mere cup of water.” Silencebefell Kathleen at that point. She had never expected such a thing to happen. Tyson shot a warylook at Kathleen before resuming, “There's more. Mr. Macari refuses to dance with other women,regardless of who they are. It doesn't matter even if it's his own mother.” Yadiel nodded, patientlydigesting all the information.

"Of course, if someone asks you something you can’t answer or don't feel comfortable answering,you can always remain silent.” Tyson was helpful in advising, “This way, the other party can't guesswhat you're thinking and won't dare to ask further.” “I see,” Yadiel replied. “All right. You're going tostop talking now.” With that, Kathleen began inserting a pipe into Yadiel’'s mouth so that he couldbreathe. She then poured some plaster onto his features to form a face cast. Two hours later, acompletely different-looking Yadiel stood before Kathleen and Tyson. Seeing that made Tyson clapeagerly while exclaiming, “My God, Mrs. Macari, you're incredible!” “Oh, hush.” Kathleen humblyexplained, “I merely learned a few things about disguise-making that are enough to get us throughthis.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Macari. I'll make sure to diligently watch over Yadiel tonight,” Tysonpromised. That was when Kathleen pulled out another hyper-realistic mask. “No need. I'll beattending the party with Yadiel.” Tyson was stunned by that but asked, “You're going too, Mrs.Macari?” Kathleen raised the mask but obstructed its facial features with her hand. “Guess whoseface this is?” Unsure, Tyson shook his head and shrugged. “Yareli's,” was all Kathleen said beforeletting out a ruthless chuckle.