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Gemma scoffed. “I dare you to call Samuel and repeat that to him.” Yareli exclaimed furiously, “That’s
not the point now! The point is that this woman stole Samuel’s card and is planning to use it to buy
herself a car.” Gemma turned to look at Gizem. Gizem stole Samuel’s card? How is that possible?
“You’ve been blabbering about me stealing his card. Do you even have any proof to support your
accusation?” Gizem questioned. Yareli pursed her lips.
“That card over there is the proof!” “I demand you to apologize to me if this card is proven not to be
Samuel’s,” Gizem stated, her gaze cold. Yareli’s eyes were burning with contempt as she retorted, “Pfft.
There has to be a problem. How could a regular doctor like you, who barely makes that much in a year,
afford to buy a fancy car whenever you wanted?” Yareli was aware that Gizem had moved into Florinia
Manor. She, however, had never stepped foot into that place even after five years. Yet, Gizem
managed to move in as soon as she appeared. Yareli was sure of one thing, and it was that Gizem was
a woman with many tricks up her sleeves. Gizem was clearly average looking. Thus, even after
wrecking her brain, Yareli could not come up with an appropriate reason why Samuel had allowed
Gizem to move into the manor. With an icy expression, Gizem said to the shop assistant, “Please
check the account name of this card and inform this lady over here.” Yes, Miss,” the shop assistant
replied before carrying out the request right away. Yareli felt slightly uneasy.
However, she had her own deductions. If this card does not belong to Samuel, it must belong to other
men. As long as she could prove that Gizem had monetary exchanges with other men, she could then
find a way to kick Gizem out of Florinia Manor. After a while, the shop assistant was back. “This card
belongs to Ms. Gizem,” he said, his eyes shining with admiration. “Heard that?” Gizem inquired as she
gave Yareli a glare. “This is impossible!” Yareli shrieked. “She’s a mere doctor! How is it possible that
she owns a black card?” The shop assistant gave Yareli a dirty glare. “You seem to be unaware that
she is not only a doctor but also a car designer. She personally designed this model.” Everyone was
shocked. Gemma, too, was stunned. Gizem’s the designer of the car. That’s why she chose to come
here and chose this particular car. “I’ve just received a call from the headquarters, Ms. Gizem. You can
drive this car away free of charge,” the shop assistant informed as he handed Gizem the keys. Gizem
took the keys and stared at Yareli impassively. At that moment, Yareli’s mouth was agape due to the
shock she was experiencing.
“I strongly suggest you read more to broaden your knowledge. Talking to people like you makes me
feel like I’m squandering my intelligence,” Gizem snidely said. “You!” Yareli squeaked; her lips were
twitching from the fury. Gizem, however, ignored her and jumped inside the car as she said to Gemma,
“Get in. I’ll take you for a drive.” “Sure thing,” Gemma squealed in delight as she climbed into the car.
Gizem then drove the car away. Yareli gritted her teeth. She peered at the car that was slowly
vanishing from her line of sight, a bitter glare building in her eyes. During their drive, Gemma was
delighted as she commented, “This car’s functionality is amazing.” Gizem smiled at that. She stopped
the car when they passed a cake shop. “What’s the matter?” Gemma asked curiously. “I kind of want to
have some cake,” Gizem replied. “My treat. To thank you for driving me around,” Gemma stated as she
got out of the car.
“I want a strawberry-flavored one,” Gizem informed. Gemma froze in her steps before smiling lightly.
“Sure.” Meanwhile, Gizem was waiting for Gemma in the car. She enjoyed herself as she listened to
the music playing from her stereo. After some time, Gemma reappeared, holding a box of cake. She
opened the box, revealing a variety of cakes within it. Gizem took out the piece topped with
strawberries. With the tiny plastic fork in her hand, she pierced the strawberry and ate it first. Gemma
was taken aback momentarily by Gizem’s actions. “Do you always start with the strawberries?” “Yeah,”
Gizem replied. “Shouldn’t we always eat delicious things first? It’s somewhat like love, I think. It’s sort
of like those relationships that we know are bound to hurt us— Somehow, we manage to remember all
the good parts of it instead of the bad parts.” Gemma froze. Kathleen had said the exact same words in
the past. “What’s the matter?” Gizem looked at her in bewilderment. “Nothing. I just thought of a friend
of mine,” Gemma explained as she took a bite of the blueberry cake. “She likes strawberry cake too.
And similarly, she likes eating the strawberries first and even said the same things you did.” “You could
always meet her if you miss her,” Gizem suggested. “She… passed away,” Gemma said. After a slight
pause, she continued, “I heard that she had complications during labor and lost too much blood.”
Shocked, Gizem asked, “What about her children?”
“They’re still alive. You’ve met them,” Gemma said quietly. It then dawned on Gizem. “You mean Eil
and Desi’s mother?” Gemma nodded. “My friend was really kind and responsible. To be honest, I think
she’d probably still be alive if it weren’t for difficult labor.” “But maybe it was worth it for her. Sacrificing
herself for the sake of her two children, I mean,” said Gizem as she stopped forking her cake. Gemma
merely stared at her quietly. “I’d also nearly became a mother, but I lost my child in the end,” Gizem
continued lightly. Gemma was baffled. “You’re already married, Dr. Zabinski?” “Nope. He was just my
boyfriend at the time,” Gizem explained. “He passed away when I was pregnant. I didn’t expect the
child to go with him. The miscarriage was due to a car accident. Similarly, I lost too much blood, and
paired with the impact of the crash— I ended up losing my memories as well.” Gemma was shaken to
the core as she breathed, “Your experience is too traumatic.” “Yeah. The past was too painful. My heart
aches each time I try to think of my boyfriend at the time. I believe he’s trying to stop me from thinking
about him, so I’ve stopped. But life has been good this way— I no longer live in pain. Although I can’t
remember the past, it hasn’t really affected me in any way,” Gizem muttered. Gemma nodded
understandingly. “You’re right. It’s better not to think about the past if it’s that painful.” The two of them
then chatted away amicably. “Dr. Zabinski, would you be interested in taking part in a charity event?”
Gemma asked. Gizem was interested. “What is the event about?”
“It’s an event about caring for the autistic. We have an activity in two days and we kind of have a
shortage of staff. Do you want to join?” Gemma explained. “Sure.” Gizem nodded in agreement. “Great!
I’m sure this event will be even better with your participation,” Gemma exclaimed happily. After talking a
little more, Gizem sent Gemma home and drove back to the manor. Meanwhile, at Florinia Manor,
Samuel had just managed to get Desi to sleep. His phone rang as he walked into his study. With
furrowed brows, he answered, “Hello?” “It’s me, Samuel. Why didn’t you pick up when I called you
using my phone?” Yareli said anxiously. Yareli had borrowed another person’s phone. The current
number was someone else’s. “What is it?” Samuel asked impassively. “You have to get Gizem out of
Florinia Manor, Samuel!” Yareli exclaimed. Warily, she continued, “That woman is bad news. She’s got
herself mixed up with several different men. I can send you pictures as proof.” Samuel remained
unfazed.
“Do you have too much time on your hands?” Why should he care about how many men Gizem had
dated in the past? “You’ll understand after seeing the pictures, Samuel. The woman is a bad influence
for Desi,” Yareli insisted.
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