I Am A Doctor
“You’re awake.” Samuel’s voice came from the doorway. Gizem stilled before her gaze flew in his
direction. “Yeah.” He strode in with an inscrutable expression. “Thank you for saving Desi and
Madeline.” “Don’t mention it. It’s what I should do,” she returned. The intensity of his stare made her
uneasy. She asked, “Are they hurt?” “No,” he replied flatly.
“Glad to hear that.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, right, what about the guys? Did you find out who
sent them?” “The police are still interrogating them.” His stare never wavered from her, sending the
hairs on her neck stand on end. “Do you have a question for me, Mr. Macari?” she asked uneasily.
Samuel pulled out his phone and placed it in front of her. “This was taken in a casino in Lusterg about a
week ago. Can you explain it?” Gizem lowered her head to look at the photo. It was Lauren
impersonating her and getting caught on camera. I knew this would happen. “That woman isn’t me, Mr.
Macari. She looks like me because I have plain features,” she clarified. “Don’t you think your
explanation is a little far-fetched?” His expression remained emotionless. “Since that’s what you think,
Mr. Macari, there’s nothing more I can say,” she said. “I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” His
finger glided across the phone screen. “Take a look at these photos. They were the same person taken
at the same time in different places, and they all work for Windwell Corporation.” She wrung her hands.
“I don’t know anything about that.” “
If I find out you’re associated with that corporation, you’re doomed.” His expression turned flinty. Gizem
could sense his wrath lining the words, and she felt an inexplicable pressure building in her chest. “Mr.
Macari, even if I was associated with that corporation, I would never do you or Desi any harm. I’m a
doctor,” she shot back. “Do I need to list out every heinous act they have committed to you?” Samuel
snorted. Of course she was aware of what Windwell Corporation was capable of, but she wasn’t the
kingpin and didn’t know the ins and outs. She only knew to keep her head down and mind her own
business. He pocketed the phone and turned on his heels. “I’ll never forget how you saved Desi. And
I’ll forever thank you for that.” Then, he left with long strides, his expression grim. Gizem felt as if the
ground had fallen away beneath her. How dare he accuse me like that? I’ve never harmed anyone.
Someone entered the room at that moment, and she glanced sideways at the door. It was Gemma.
“You’re awake, Dr. Zabinski.” Joy laced her tone as she spoke. “Yeah.” Gizem nodded. Gemma
stepped further into the room. “Though you didn’t break any bones, you’re still severely injured. You
might be unable to perform surgeries if we don’t treat your hand properly.” “I know.” She knew a thing
or two about her own injury. “Would you like to contact your family members and tell them about your
condition, Dr. Zabinski?” Gemma asked. “I don’t have any,” she answered. No family? “Are you an
orphan?” Gemma asked, to which Gizem nodded. “What about your friends?” Gemma sounded
sympathetic. Friends? No, I don’t think so. Gizem gave it a thought. She didn’t get along with her
coworkers. They all treated her as though she were an alien. “I don’t have any either,” she replied
monotonously. Gemma was frazzled. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” “It’s all right.” Gizem shook her
head lightly. Levi entered the room with a huge bouquet as soon as she finished speaking. “Hey, babe.”
He was his usual annoying self. “Cut it out.” Gizem rubbed her temples. Gemma observed their
exchange and took the hint.
“Well, I won’t interrupt you both.” She left with a smile. “I left you alone for a few days, and you
managed to injure yourself. You should take better care of yourself.” He placed the flowers in Gizem’s
arms. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman,” he complimented. “I’m a plain Jane. You don’t have to
force yourself to flatter me.” She gazed at the bouquet in her arms. “But thank you for the flowers. I like
it.” Levi smiled faintly. “I knew you’d like it. See how well I know you?” Gizem was lost for words. “Babe,
you should move in with me when you’re discharged.” His voice turned tender. “I’ll take care of you until
you’ve fully recovered.” He was being serious. “Severe injuries will take a long time to heal, but mine
are only flesh wounds. I don’t need anyone looking after me.” She declined.
Levi had nothing to do with her. She would never ask him to look after her. “Do you no longer love me?”
His face fell in disappointment. Gizem said nothing. I never loved you in the first place. When a knock
sounded on the door, she called out, “Come in.” Desi breezed through the door. “Are you feeling better,
Ms. Zabinski?” Desi wasn’t alone; Madeline and Federick trailed behind her. Samuel was mercifully
nowhere to be seen, or he could have misunderstood if he saw Levi with her. Her brows furrowed at
that thought. Why should I care if he misconstrues the situation? “I’m fine.” Gizem gave a smile. “What
about you guys?” “Madeline and I are fine. Does your boo-boo hurt? Should I give it a kiss?” Desi
responded. “No, thank you. I’m fine now, really.” Gizem laughed. Madeline fixed her gaze on Gizem.
“Thank you.” “Don’t mention it,” replied Gizem with a smile. Federick’s gaze swept over Levi from head
to toe, and Levi did the same to him. “This is Levi. Levi, that’s Federick Evans. He’s the organizer for
the charity event.” Gizem made the introductions. “Ah, so you’re Mr. Evans.” Levi approached him and
extended his hand for a handshake. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Levi,”
Federick acknowledged.
“I’ve always heard your name on the news.” “You mean the gossip rags?” Gizem quipped, catching
Federick off guard. Levi retaliated, “No way! I’m saving myself just for you.” Gizem shot him a wordless
look that said she was only teasing him. “Ah, got it…” He smiled conspiratorially. Gizem froze and tried
to explain, “No, this isn’t what you think. We’re not together.” “Why not, babe?” Levi made a face. “You
even accepted my flowers.” She was speechless. “Mr. Levi, you can’t be with Ms. Zabinski.” Desi clung
to Gizem’s arm protectively. “Why?” He frowned. “Because she’s my mommy!” she declared earnestly.
Levi guffawed. “She’s your mommy? Oh, please. You want her to be your stepmother, but have you
asked your daddy?”
“I don’t have to ask! She’s my mommy!” Desi exclaimed indignantly. “She’s not. Her name is Gizem
Zabinski, and she’s not your mommy.” Levi leveled his gaze on her. “She is! She is!” Desi persisted.
“No, she isn’t. She isn’t.” Levi denied. Desi was on the verge of tears at this point. “Have you had
enough, Levi?” Gizem told him off. Does he think it’s fun to pick on a child?
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