Divorce Anxiety

Divorce Anxiety Chapter 318

Chapter 318 I Will Not Remarry

“Stop right there.” Samuel’s voice was low and husky.

Gizem halted her footsteps and asked indifferently, “How may I help you, Mr. Macari?”

The man shot an emotionless glance at her. “It was my bad earlier.”

She paused for a moment before striding toward him. “I never thought you’d apologize.”

“I took a peek earlier. Perhaps, you and my wife are both experts in traditional medicine, so you both like to add some medicinal herbs to the dishes, hence why they tasted rather familiar.” His gaze never left her as he spoke.

“Perhaps,” stated Gizem quietly.

“I have two kids. I have to be cautious,” he stated, his tone aloof.

“I understand.”

“You’re able to understand where I’m coming from?” Evidently, the man was quite surprised to hear that.

“I, too, had… a child.” Gizem explained, “However, I’ve never met him because he passed away shortly after birth. If he were still alive, I would likely react the same way you did.”

“You were married before?”

“I don’t know either, but I know both my child and his father have passed away.”

A deep crease formed between Samuel’s eyebrows. He couldn’t help but query, “You don’t know if you’ve been married before?”

“I lost my memories, so there are plenty of things I can’t remember,” she elucidated. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Samuel nodded slowly upon hearing about the woman’s past.

“Mr. Macari, I don’t harbor any evil intentions toward you and your children. I’m here solely because you pay well, and I’m here to earn money,” Gizem clarified.

Not a single word came out of Samuel’s mouth, but his expression looked rather grim.

Truth be told, he didn’t exactly believe her explanation.

Saying that adding medicinal herbs to her cooking made her bear some resemblance to Kathleen earlier was all for the sake of calming her down.

Something was indeed wrong with this woman standing before him, but it wasn’t time to expose her just yet.

He still needed a little bit of evidence.

“It’s getting late, so I’ll head back now,” remarked Gizem.

After seeing the man nod in response, she turned around and left.

Samuel’s eyes fell on the tranquil lake after he retracted his gaze.

That woman’s cooking tasted exactly like Kathleen’s. Does that mean she knows Kathleen, or perhaps, they have her?

The following morning, the incessant ringing of a doorbell echoed throughout the manor.

Maria hurried to the door and opened it.

What followed next was Charles bursting into the residence, his sudden arrival taking the housekeeper by surprise.

“Mr. Johnson?”

“Where’s Desi?” he asked, his tone laced with urgency.

“Ms. Desi is—”

Before Maria could form a complete sentence, Desi was already running down the stairs. “Uncle Charles!”

“Desi!” Charles strode toward her, squatted down, and pulled the little girl into a warm embrace.

Desi wrapped her arms around her uncle’s neck, her voice crisp as she asked, “Uncle Charles, why are you here?”

“Your daddy said you’re unwell, so I came over. How are you feeling now?” he asked concernedly.

“I feel fine.”

Charles put the girl down and scanned her from head to toe. “Are you really fine?”

Desi nodded in response, but that only made Charles’ expression dim.

I’ve definitely been set up.

Just then, Samuel came downstairs.

Shooting a fierce glare at the man descending the stairs, Charles thundered, “Samuel Macari, you *ssh*le! You used Desi to deceive me!”

“She’s indeed feeling unwell and was discharged from the hospital yesterday. Fortunately, it wasn’t something serious. I wanted to let you know there’s no need to come yesterday, but I forgot.”

Samuel’s calm and aloof tone rendered Charles speechless.

The former then shot a look at his daughter, who promptly understood the signal and began, “Uncle Charles, I missed you, so, so much!”

Desi was an adorable little girl and extremely skilled at winning hearts. No one would be able to resist her charm.

“I miss you too,” said Charles as he hugged her.

“If you’re not feeling well next time, remember to let me know. Don’t let a certain somebody… relay any false information,” he reminded.

Desi nodded obediently, and at that moment, Eil had also come downstairs.

“Uncle Charles.”

Charles nodded in acknowledgment of the boy’s greeting. He couldn’t help noticing the resemblance between the father and son.

Eil looks more like Samuel with every passing moment. It almost seems like they were carved out of the same mold!

Just as they were speaking, Gizem arrived downstairs as well.

Her appearance caused Charles’ expression to darken. “There’s a woman in your home?”

D*mn it! Samuel said he wouldn’t remarry. As expected, men are all liars!

“You’ve misunderstood. I’m a doctor,” Gizem explained. “After Desi felt unwell yesterday, Mr. Macari asked me to be their family doctor.”

Doctor? Charles furrowed his brows.

At that, Desi quickly chimed in, “Uncle Charles, it’s true. Ms. Zabinski really is a doctor.”

The little girl’s explanation appeared to have appeased him, for he let out a snort after hearing her.

“Mr. Macari, I received a notice from the hospital. They received a group of patients, so they need me over there,” said Gizem.

Samuel nodded, allowing her to leave. “All right. Go ahead.”

Just as she was about to take off, Charles’ cold voice sounded. “I’ll take you there.”

The woman was momentarily stunned but quickly recomposed herself and declined, “It’s all right. I’ll get a taxi.”

It was rather obvious Charles was perturbed by her.

Since he wasn’t fond of her, Gizem didn’t feel the need to appease the man or get on his good side.

“It won’t be easy to get a taxi at this hour. I’ll take you there,” Charles insisted.

Gizem frowned at that.

Yet another difficult fellow to deal with!

The two walked out of the manor, and Gizem knew there was no avoiding it this time.

Well, I didn’t do anything wrong, so I needn’t be afraid.

She got into his car, and the man drove her to the hospital.

On their way there, Charles was exuding a strong air of hostility, causing Gizem to furrow her brows deeply.

After finally arriving at the hospital, Gizem was about to alight when Charles locked the car door.

“What are you up to?” he asked in an ice-cold tone.

“I’m up to nothing. I just want to treat my patients.”

Charles grabbed her by the wrist. “I’m warning you. I don’t care if you have any feelings for Samuel, but keep your distance from the children. Do you understand?”

“Mr. Johnson, if I keep my distance from Desi, who’s going to treat her?” Gizem’s tone was indifferent and laced with a hint of sarcasm as she continued, “You don’t think I’m capable of treating someone through a wall, do you?”

Charles continued to emit a chilly aura but did not respond.

Seeing that, she pulled her wrist out of the man’s grasp and said, “I hope you’ll stop insulting me, Mr. Johnson. I’m not interested in men.”

As soon as the words left her lips, she pushed open the door and alighted from the car.

Charles watched as the woman’s figure slowly disappeared from his line of sight, his expression solemn.

I have to find Kathleen as soon as possible. Perhaps, she can save Desi…

After dropping the children off at the Macari residence, Samuel went to work.

He had just arrived at the office when Tyson walked in.

“Mr. Macari, Mr. Lewis is here,” the latter informed.

Caleb?

“Let him in.”

“Understood.”

Tyson made his way out, and following that, Caleb walked in.

The latter headed straight for the couch and plopped down on it. “I didn’t expect you to be so impatient, Mr. Macari. It has only been a few days, yet you’ve already brought her home.”

A cold look flitted across Samuel’s handsome and stunning countenance. “Are you here to spout nonsense?” he retorted.

“Did I hit the nail on the head?” Caleb scoffed.

Samuel’s gaze was dark and frosty.

Just then, Caleb crossed his legs and asked, “Charles is back?”

Samuel didn’t respond to that. Thus, Caleb took it a step further and deliberately provoked the man.

“Come to think of it, I’ve not seen that brother-in-law of mine for a long time now.”

“I must remind you, Caleb, you and Kathleen never got around to registering your marriage. Strictly speaking, you are in no way related to the Johnson family at all.”

“Who are you to say all that? Do you think Kathleen would’ve agreed with what you have just said? Back then, if it weren’t for you, we would’ve headed to City Hall after our wedding ceremony.”

“This shows how you two are not fated to be together,” Samuel retorted.

It was apparent his words had ruffled Caleb’s feathers as the latter’s expression immediately dimmed. “Listen, Samuel Macari, if you want to remarry, then hand the kids over to me. I won’t ever remarry.”