All Too Late

Chapter 330 A Pitiful Act

A frown marred Samuel’s countenance.

“Why are you zoning out?” Wynnie urged him, “Go now! It’s almost dinner time already.”

“Okay, okay.” With that, Samuel made a trip to the hospital once more.

On the way, Samuel received a call.

It was Tyson.

“Those savages have owned up, Mr. Macari.” Tyson fell silent for a bit before going on, “They said it’s Dr. Zabinski who commanded them. It’s her ploy to fish for sympathy.”

Wearing an indifferent visage, Samuel gave out an order. “Oh? Take them to Florinia Manor tonight. I’ll question them myself.”

After a brief pause, Tyson asked, “Do you not believe their words, Mr. Macari?”

“Yeah.” Samuel sounded impassive at that.

“Noted. I’ll make the arrangement now.” With that, Tyson hung up the phone.

Putting on a darkened face, Samuel arrived at the hospital.

He made a beeline for the ward, carrying with him the thermal lunchbox along the way.

At that moment, Gizem was standing by the window, staring at the view outside.

Hearing footsteps nearing, she slowly wheeled around. “Mr. Macari?”

Why is he back again?

Never did she anticipate seeing him that many times in a day.

“My mom asked me to bring you this,” was Samuel’s reasoning as he put down the lunchbox.

“Please relay my thanks to Mrs. Macari.” Gizem was composed as she spoke.

Samuel, in turn, stated nonchalantly, “The interrogation session went pretty well with the nefarious horde.”

“Seriously?” Gizem’s eyebrows bunched up into a tight knot as she queried, “Who’s the mastermind?”

“You!” Samuel glared daggers at her.

Me?

Tell me, then. Why would I endanger myself?” Gizem shot him a grave look as anger inundated her fair

it was an act

got to be kidding me! Do you even understand how important hands are to a doctor? It could’ve

“It’ll only be convincing enough once you lay your own

the handle, Gizem hollered, “No! This has nothing to do with me! Don’t you

Samuel was staring

bore so much resemblance to

Samuel became all the more

use of Kathleen to play me for

your back is rather smart if I must say,” commented Samuel coldly. “He didn’t arrange for someone who’s totally alike to Kathleen but you with that pair of identical eyes. He even

“Entice you? With these average-looking facial features of

placed his palm

fingers gradually

was startled

of a sudden, Samuel’s fingers seemed to have felt

you disguising yourself as someone else?” came

this is the only

dots, Samuel finally understood how she could make an appearance in different

Gizem straight

face mask was

noticed it that easily, even

to discover her secret in seconds just by

What a terrifying person!

Gizem shoved Samuel’s hand away there and then as she took

you don’t tell me your true identity in this instance,

way too mysterious. Her

merely an orphan, a nobody. I relied on my own to get

a time, Samuel

Gizem could do was step

enough, her back hit the wall behind her,

The wall was ice-cold.

hand, Samuel

his fingers toward her neck,

a nervous wreck, screaming,

had his fingers on

tore Gizem’s hyper-realistic

her face with

and pried them away little by

face once

at her with utter

seen everywhere on Gizem’s cheeks. It was hideous and horrifying

you quit staring?” Gizem was all choked

her in the eyes and asked,

unfortunately, I was caught in the fire at the hospital during that

her story, Samuel was astounded to the

No wonder…

demanded,

handed the hyper-realistic face mask to

her head low, she

Gizem before turning around

it wasn’t me who had hired that group of people,” added Gizem placidly. “If there’s a need, I can always

later. They’re already there.” Samuel was expressionless when he

“All right.” Gizem nodded.

outside when you’re ready. I’ll

Samuel spun

afterward, Gizem rushed

heaved a sigh

so close to getting exposed. Luckily, I was prepared and wore two layers

would have really unveiled her

ward in a fresh set of casual

a meaningful peek at her, Samuel

followed him downstairs and hopped into his car that had been parked outside

be greeted by Yareli’s

got out of

notice of Gizem, a tinge of disdain