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.


    “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 toe 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


    yearster. 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 simr to Mommy’s.” “Eil, you think


    so too, right?” Desi said excitedly, “She’s Mommy! She must be Mommy!” ncing 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 greatst 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 hisputer 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 rted 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


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    simr 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 simr 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


    n?” “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 usation. 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 timees.”


    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 artificialke.


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


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