Winning her back after divorce (Divorce anxiety)

Chapter 317

Chapter 317 You Are Hurting Me Perhaps, a person’s appearance and voice could be changed, but

what about a person’s hand? Especially when it’s the hand of a loved one. Samuel grabbed her hand

abruptly. “Who exactly are you?” Gizem was startled. “Mr. Macari, are you okay?” “I asked, who are

you?” His grip tightened unthinkingly. She frowned. “You’re hurting me.” Upon hearing that, he

instantaneously let go of her.

“Mr. Macari, I’m just a doctor. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gizem was getting infuriated. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Your cooking tastes like my wife’s,” he said frigidly. His wife? Kathleen Johnson? “I heard of what

happened between you and your wife, but I only heard about it because I have to come here to treat

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 what I’ll say

next, but your health condition is not great. I’m afraid it’s going to be difficult for you to recuperate. You

should have more doctors to check on you. Otherwise…” “Otherwise what?” he asked indifferently.

“Otherwise, you’ll have less than three years to live.” With that, she turned on her heel and left.

Samuel’s frown deepened. Three years? That short? Desi and Eil will only be eight years old three

years later. I still want to be with them longer, but I guess fate is not giving me more time. That’s why I

need to find 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 Eil signaled

her not to talk first. Hand in hand, the two siblings went back to their rooms. Eil rested his chin 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 at his overexcited

sister, Eil said dispassionately, “What if she’s a swindler?” “Ms. Zabinski is not a swindler.” 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. Many women want to be our

stepmother.” Desi fell silent. “Besides, if Mommy is still alive, would you choose Mommy or her?” he

continued. “Mommy, of course.” Desi blinked. “But she is Mommy.” Eil sighed, realizing he could not

convince his sister otherwise. “Eil, you did great last time when you discovered 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 find out that she’s not Mommy, will you genuinely give up on that thought?” The girl

nodded. “Yes, as long as it’s proven that she’s not Mommy, I won’t hold onto that misunderstanding.”

“Okay. Remember what you said.” Eil patted her head. “You can’t go back on your words.” “What if

she’s Mommy, then?” “If she is, then our family can finally be reunited.” “Actually, there’s a really simple

way.” Desi smirked. “What is it?” Eil frowned. “A DNA maternity test.” Desi crossed her arms and raised

her chin smugly. “Aren’t I a genius?” Eil was taken aback by that answer. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Indeed, that was a very straightforward method. “Now that Ms. Zabinski is living in our house, it’s easy

for us to take strands of her hair.” Desi was getting worked up. “But it needs to have hair follicles, or

else it won’t work,” Eil reminded. “Oh.” She nodded. “All right. You should go to bed now.” “Got it! But I

worry that I can’t 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 to sleep.” “Go.” Eil watched her

retreating figure as she went out of the room. Once she was gone, he switched on his computer and

searched for Gizem’s biodata again. The result was the same as what he had found before. His

attractive eyes dimmed. I’ll have to search for people who are related to Gizem 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 that

similar to his wife’s? For some reason, a strange feeling was gnawing at her. After pondering for a

while, she decided to call her master. The old man picked up the phone. “Oh my. You never call at a

decent hour.” Gizem smiled awkwardly. “Something came up.” “What is it?” He frowned. “Samuel ate

the food I prepared today and said my cooking’s similar to his wife’s.” The old man narrowed his eyes.

“Then?” “After that, he questioned who I was.” Gizem sighed, feeling dejected. “Master, did I ruin the

plan?” “Don’t you think this is good?” he asked with a sardonic smile. “How is it a good thing?” 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 can save 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,” Gizem remarked meaningfully. “With your

knowledge and expertise, can’t you tell what it is?” he answered impassively, not appearing to be

infuriated by her obscure accusation. She pressed her lips into a thin line before saying, “It’s a scar of a

cesarean delivery.” After a short moment, her master responded, “Giz, I didn’t want to hide anything

from you, but your past was so horrific that I don’t want you to think about it again.” “Master, is my child

still alive?” “No…” The old man sighed. “The baby died right after birth. At that time, you were suffering

from severe poisoning, so…” Gizem understood her master didn’t tell her the truth for her sake. “Giz,

carry out your mission well. When you 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 seems like

everything is just like what I’ve guessed. Many things happened during the year when I was

unconscious. It turns out I also had a man I loved and had a child with him, but they are no longer alive.

The longer she thought of it, the more frustrated she felt. Thus, she changed her clothes and went

jogging outside, not expecting to bump into Samuel. He was smoking as he stood by an artificial lake.

She initially wanted to jog past him, but the man stopped her.

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