All Too Late Chapter 313

Staying At The Macari Residence

Gizem looked at Joanna, the sower of discord, indifferently. This woman must have a screw loose.

“If Mr. Macari has an issue with Gizem over this, then that has got to be a freaking joke!” Levi mocked.

If Samuel’s really siding with Joanna, I’m certainly not putting up with it!

“First of all, I have nothing to do with you,” Samuel started in a low and flat tone. “Secondly, you cooked
up a story, pretending to be my fiancée. Lastly, you caused the trouble on your own. So why should I
help you?”

Those words stumped Joanna, who felt utterly awkward.

“Mr. Macari’s right. He hasn’t even dealt with you for claiming to be his fiancée yet!” Levi ridiculed.
“Everyone knows that Mr. Macari still loves his ex-wife wholeheartedly.”

Joanna’s face turned pale as she sported a grim expression.

Gizem remained aloof. “Joanna Hurst, you deliberately splashed red wine on me, and I returned the
favor. That makes us even. If you keep this up, I will make the Hurst family vanish from the face of
Jadeborough.”

“Who do you think you are?” Joanna expressed disbelief.

“Try me!” Gizem sneered.

Joanna bit her lip. “Just you wait!”

With that, she walked away in a huff.

The crowd dispersed after the commotion had ended.



Levi frowned as he turned to Gizem. “Follow me. Let’s get you a change of clothes.”

“No need.” She shook her head. “I’m heading back.”

“I’ll take you home, then.” Worried, Levi didn’t want her to travel alone.

She nodded.

As Samuel watched on with a dark gaze, his phone rang.

He accepted the call and said with a frown, “Mm, got it.”

He then strode toward Gizem. “Desi fainted. She’s being taken to the hospital.”

Gizem returned the jacket to Levi and responded to Samuel, “Let’s go.”

She was Desi’s doctor, so she had to head over there.

“I’ll go with you guys,” Levi chimed in.

“Levi, I haven’t tidied my house. Other stuff will be delivered later. Please take them in for me.” In other
words, Gizem didn’t want him to tag along.

He replied worriedly, “All right.”

She turned and left, following Samuel out of the hotel and into his car.

The man started the car and drove them both to the hospital.

When they arrived, Desi had already come out of the emergency room.

Gizem stepped forward and asked the doctor, “How is she?”



“Nothing major. She says her heart feels unwell,” the doctor replied softly. “Dr. Zabinski, shall we perform
a CT scan?”

“Let’s observe her overnight. We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Gizem answered after going through Desi’s
medical report.

“All right.” The doctor nodded.

Gizem passed the report to the doctor, then went to check on Desi in the ward.

Samuel had already gone there earlier.

When Gizem arrived, she saw an aloof little kid standing at the ward’s entrance.

“Are you the new doctor?” Eil stared at Gizem’s face.

She nodded before stepping into the ward.

The boy watched her go. Somehow, she seemed familiar.

Nonetheless, he was sure that this was their first encounter.

“Daddy, I’m feeling a lot better now,” Desi said meekly. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Samuel stroked her head with his large hand gently. “It’s all right, as long as you’re fine.”

Kathleen wasn’t around anymore.

Hence, he had to take good care of their kids and raise them well.

That way, he would be at peace when he reunited with her in the afterlife.



Wynnie piped up worriedly, “Desi hasn’t been feeling well at night lately. Why don’t we admit her into the
hospital?”

She was at the hospital because she was the one who brought Desi here.

“I don’t want to stay here! No way!” Desi protested.

Samuel consoled the girl softly in a low voice, “Mm, we won’t.”

At last, Desi stopped making a fuss.

Samuel looked at his daughter with concern. I can’t let anything bad happen to her.

He rose to his feet and approached Gizem, his towering figure looming over the latter.

She looked up and gazed into the man’s deep, dark eyes.

“Desi’s condition hasn’t been stable lately,” Samuel stated coolly.

“I’ll run some checks as soon as possible,” Gizem offered, frowning.

When Desi left earlier that day, Gizem was absolutely sure that there wouldn’t be any problems.

However, there could always be exceptions.

“Desi suddenly didn’t feel well tonight. We’re missing a relevant member in the household, so we were at
a loss,” Samuel muttered coldly.

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Macari?”

“From today onward, you’ll stay at the Macari residence after work,” he instructed coolly.

Everyone was stunned.



Wynnie and Eil exchanged glances.

Desi, feeling rather gleeful, rubbed her tiny hands together.

“Mr. Macari, I—” Gizem began.

“Consider it your night shift. I can pay you an extra million a month,” Samuel proposed a generous offer.
“I only have one request. You shall stay with Desi every day after work to prevent any misfortune from
befalling her.”

Gizem didn’t expect that Samuel would be so domineering, but she was a person with a strong sense of
responsibility as well.

She, too, didn’t want anything bad to happen to Desi.

“All right,” she agreed. “I’m going out to make a phone call.”

Samuel nodded.

Gizem then turned and left.

Meanwhile, Wynnie fixed her gaze on her son. “Samuel, you…”

“Mom, what matters is Desi’s health.” Samuel gazed lovingly at his daughter.

Wynnie understood what he meant.

Eil peered at Desi. A moment ago, when they were playing, she had been fine. Yet, all of a sudden, her
heart throbbed in pain.

Something’s definitely up!



Gizem came to the office.

In there, she had placed a set of spare clothes.

She took them out and got changed, then called her master on the phone.

“Giz, I don’t care if you stay up late, but it’s noon over here! Can’t you let me take a nap?” the old man
grumbled.

“Master, I’ll be staying at the Macari residence,” she reported flatly.

“Oh?” The old man paused, narrowing his eyes. “Was it your suggestion?”

“No, Desi’s heart suddenly ached. Samuel’s worried that no one’s taking care of her at night. He wants
me to stay with her in case something happens again.”

“He really loves his daughter, huh.” The old man’s expression shifted. “Do what he says, then.”

Gizem nodded, asking curiously, “Master, why do you want me to stay at the Macari residence?”

“You need not know that now,” he responded, deliberately keeping her in suspense.

She pursed her lips. “Fine.”

“Giz, you have to remember—Samuel is a very dangerous man. You must deal with him carefully. Don’t
slip up. Do you understand?” he warned. “Especially because he has been investigating our
organization.”

“Don’t worry, Master,” Gizem reassured him coolly.

The old man went on, half-smiling, “By the way, how’s your face?”

“This hyper-realistic mask is wonderful. No problems so far.”



“That’s good.” He nodded. “Make sure Samuel doesn’t find out.”

“Of course. I know what to do.”


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