Divorce Anxiety (Kathleen and Samuel)

Chapter 314 Still Alive Gizem finished changing and stepped out of the office. She headed to the ward to check on Desi. The girl would be staying in the hospital that night, so Gizem herself would have to work overtime. When she arrived at the ward, Wynnie and Eil were not there anymore, likely having headed home. Samuel was the only one accompanying Desi. The man was truly a loving father. The love he had for Desi was very genuine. “Daddy, I want ice cream,” Desi begged coyly.

“Some other time. We’ll have to wait till you get better.” Samuel caressed her cheek. The little girl looked a lot like Kathleen, especially her pair of eyes. Samuel’s heart would often throb in pain when he looked at Desi. If it hadn’t been for him, perhaps Eil and Desi wouldn’t have lost their mother’s love. He owed his two children far too much. “But I really want to have some,” Desi pleaded. “Little glutton.” Samuel chuckled dotingly. “Tomorrow, then. The convenience store downstairs is closed now.” The girl pouted. “I don’t believe that you can’t even get me some ice cream, Daddy. You are Samuel Macari, aren’t you?” Samuel couldn’t refute that. Meanwhile, Gizem found it rather hilarious. Samuel heard her chuckle and turned around to throw her a sharp sideways glance. For a moment, Gizem froze. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I came to refill her IV drip.” True to her word, she was carrying a bag of IV drip. Samuel nodded. Gizem walked over to Desi and replaced the nearly empty bag with the new one. “Ms. Zabinski, can I have some ice cream?” Desi tugged on Gizem’s white coat. “Yes, you can.” Gizem’s red lips curved upward. “If you intend to revisit the emergency room tonight, you can do that.” Hearing that, Desi pouted again.

“No way! I don’t want ice cream anymore!” Gizem smiled faintly. As expected, children are so predictable. Samuel came to tuck Desi in. “Since you’re not having ice cream anymore, sleep early, then.” Desi yawned. “Ms. Zabinski, can you tell me a story?” Gizem froze. “Let me do it.” Samuel furrowed his brows. In the past, Desi used to pester him all the time. It made him feel needed. “I got bored of your croaky voice, Daddy,” the girl grumbled. “I want to hear Ms.

years but haven’t found Kathleen’s grave,” Leonard reported. “Do you want us to continue?” “Not even once?” Samuel’s gaze was dark and solemn. “Not even once,” Leonard answered firmly. “Do you suppose that Kathleen wasn’t buried?”

somewhere on the planet, that would suffice. If he missed her too much, he could check on her secretly instead of being separated by heaven and Earth like this. Samuel’s hands were shaking again. He missed her. He took some time to recollect himself outside the ward, only stepping in when he was ready. He wouldn’t show his vulnerable side in front of Desi. After all, Desi needed her father’s support. When he got to the bedside, he found that Gizem had fallen asleep with Desi in her arms. Both adult and child held on to each other tightly like a mother-daughter duo. He didn’t plan to wake Gizem. If she woke up, Desi would be disturbed too. Hence, he headed to the couch, sat down, and shut his eyes to get some rest. Gizem woke up a while later and saw Samuel lying face up on the couch. An indescribable sense of loneliness emanated from him. She observed the man quietly. It seemed that she didn’t feel any sort of warmth coming from him. He was simply too austere. Carefully, she rose to her feet. She spotted a blanket nearby, picked it up, and walked closer to Samuel, planning to cover him with it. However, Samuel had always been a light sleeper. He was woken up when he heard movements. Gizem froze when he stirred. “I…” He said

to catch her. The scent of medicinal herbs on her immediately lifted his spirits. This smell! Gizem wanted to get up, but Samuel had a hand tightly wrapped around her waist. “Where did you get this scent?” he asked. Kathleen smelled just like that. She liked to make perfumes using some of her favorite scents. Thus, only Kathleen could have made this. The fragrance was rather faint. One could only pick up on it if they got close enough. This was the first time