All Too Late Chapter 309

I Miss Mommy

“Do you think she’d be able to live until the age of eighteen, then?” questioned the old man.

“I can’t guarantee that. After all, she’s barely five years old now. There would be a lot of unexpected
issues in the future.”

He chuckled. “Then, we should just do our best and leave the rest to fate. Samuel paid us enough
money anyway.”

“Got it.” Gizem nodded, well aware that her master was someone who valued profit.

“Remember, do not have any unnecessary thoughts about Samuel. We’re only trying to earn money from
him,” he reminded.

“I understand,” she answered.

“All right. I’ll let you go back to whatever you were doing.” The old man smiled and hung up.

Gizem put the phone down.

She recalled Desi. For some unknown reason, the girl gave her a familiar and amicable feeling.

Meanwhile, Samuel carried Desi into the car and went home.

On their way home, she tasted one of the meatballs and narrowed her black grape-like eyes in pleasure.

“Wow! This tastes amazing! It tastes like Mommy’s cooking!” she exclaimed.

A hint of distress flashed past Samuel’s eyes when he heard what his daughter said.

Desi lacked motherly love ever since she was young, and Samuel knew it was all his fault.



Had he known Kathleen was pregnant back then, he wouldn’t have done what he did.

“Daddy, try some,” Desi said excitedly.

“You can have it. If you like it so much, I’ll tell Dr. Zabinski to make you some next time,” replied Samuel.

“Daddy, she’s a doctor, not a maid.” The girl was speechless at her father’s words.

Daddy is too bossy!

“Anything for you, my baby girl.” He looked at her affectionately.

Desi beamed. “But I don’t want Ms. Zabinski to hate me.”

Samuel merely ruffled his daughter’s hair wordlessly.

He sent the girl to the Macari residence.

Usually, when he went to the office, he would leave the two kids at the Macari residence under his
grandmother’s care.

Diana doted on the two children and would fulfill their every request.

As the big brother, Eil was quite obedient and well-behaved.

He was calm and collected by nature and seldom got into trouble.

Desi, however, was only a docile sweetheart when her big brother was around.

Without him, she would transform into a domineering and bossy little princess.

Desi got out of the car with the lunchbox in her hands.



Diana saw the lunchbox and asked curiously, “Where’d you get that from?”

“The nice doctor gave it to me. I want Eil to have a taste too. It tastes like Mommy’s cooking!” the girl said
joyfully.

While Diana remained silent, Samuel approached and said, “I found Desi a new doctor. Desi seems to
like her very much.”

“Have you investigated her? Is she reliable?” questioned Diana seriously.

“Mm. Richard introduced her to me.”

“That’s good.” Diana nodded.

“Grandma, I’ll be off to work now.” Samuel turned to leave.

Diana looked at her grandson’s thin and slender back view before letting out a faint sigh.

Fortunately, he still had two kids as his pillar of support.

Otherwise, Diana was sure that he would follow in Kathleen’s footsteps.

“Eil! Look what I’ve brought you!” Desi hopped her way upstairs, wiggling her tiny body in excitement.

“What is it?” asked Eil, who had charming facial features that resembled his father.

His personality was just as calm and collected as Samuel’s too.

Desi went over to him. “Tasty meatballs!”

“Did you go to the hospital or the restaurant?” He furrowed his brows.

She picked a meatball up with a fork and ordered, “Stop asking. Open your mouth.”



The boy opened his mouth obediently, compliant to anything his baby sister said.

After all, his sister had poor health, so he would do whatever floated her boat.

Desi stuffed the meatball into Eil’s mouth.

The latter munched on it and knitted his brows slightly.

“It tastes like Mommy’s cooking, doesn’t it?” asked Desi, filled with anticipation.

“It’s just a meatball that tastes slightly better than average.” Eil was not impressed.

Desi was disappointed as she insisted, “It clearly tastes like Mommy’s cooking.”

“We’ve never even tried Mommy’s cooking before. How can you be sure?” The boy looked at his sister
speechlessly.

“I don’t care! It’s Mommy’s cooking!” The little girl was determined as she pouted, looking like she was
about to burst into tears.

“Okay, okay. It’s Mommy’s cooking.” Eil could only agree with her just to cheer her up.

“I miss Mommy.” Desi put the lunchbox down and cowered aside, tears welling in her eyes.

Eil panicked. “Desi, it’s okay. Don’t cry.”

“Eil, I miss Mommy.” She sobbed pitifully.

The boy didn’t know what to do either.

He missed his mother too, but he also knew it was impossible that his mother was still alive.

Their uncle told them their mother had passed away due to dystocia when giving birth to them.



Eil hugged Desi and consoled her, “Desi, be a good girl and stop crying. Mommy will be watching over us
in heaven. We must be happy so that she won’t worry about us, okay?”

The little girl continued weeping. “But I want Mommy…”

He sighed. “Why don’t we investigate the person who made these meatballs?”

She stopped crying almost immediately. “So you think Mommy’s alive too, right?”

The boy fell silent.

Desi was the only person in the household who firmly believed Kathleen was still alive.

“Then, tell me, who gave you these meatballs?” asked Eil.

“It’s the new doctor. Her name is Gizem Zabinski.”

“Oh. How do you spell her name?” Eil took his laptop out.

She spelled the name for her brother and explained, “I asked Daddy, and he told me it’s spelled this
way.”

The boy nodded and looked it up on the internet.

After he typed the keywords in the search bar, results popped out instantly.

He looked at Gizem’s photo and frowned. “She looks plain.”

Desi lifted her chin and said, “You’d know after meeting her. She’s not as aloof as she looks in the
pictures. Her hands are warm, and her voice is melodious.”

He heaved a sigh. “You only fantasized all that because you want a mommy too badly, right?”



“Fantasize? No, I think she is our mommy!” Desi was confident about her assumption.

“Why do you say so?”

She grabbed her brother’s arm. “Because she smells like Mommy! Don’t you believe me, Eil? We’re
twins. Aren’t we connected telepathically?”

Eil held his forehead. “Yes, we are.”

“Then, investigate her! Find out where she’s from!” Desi pleaded, narrowing her eyes.

Left without a choice, Eil could only do as he was told.

He found some information about Gizem, which looked too perfect to be true.

It turned out that she was a top student of Arvard College of Medicine who graduated with a doctoral
degree.

She was also a promising young doctor who had won various awards and owned many patents.

Furthermore, she grew up overseas, and there was detailed information about where she studied during
every educational stage as well as who her teachers and friends were. All those were listed down in
detail on the internet.

There weren’t any issues nor discrepancies.

Eil spoke solemnly. “Desi, something might be wrong with this woman.”

“Why?” Desi didn’t understand what her brother meant.

He explained, “Her information is too detailed. Even the names and addresses of the people she knows
are available. It’s clearly luring the people who suspect her identity into investigating her.”



The young girl was puzzled. “What do you mean? Why are they trying to lure us into investigating her?”

Eil sighed. “I envy your naivety sometimes.”

She pouted. “Are you looking down on me?”

“No. Desi, I don’t think you should get too close to that woman. Have you forgotten what Uncle Charles
said? He told us we can’t get ourselves into danger and cause Daddy trouble.”


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