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. “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.”
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