Divorce Anxiety
Chapter 412

Chapter 412 Guess Whose Face This Is “It's not wise for you to appear before them right now. Why don't I go instead?” Charles grimly stated. That was when Clarissa immediately offered, “I'll go with you since I'm more adept at determining whether Zachary is truly dead.” Charles glanced at her with deep intent before finally nodding. “Okay, let's go.” The two promptly took their leave. A dark emotion flickered in Kathleen's narrowed eyes just then. Doesn't Clarissa seem a little too proactive? Oh well. I guess it's best to let Charles realize some things on his own. After all, who's to say Charles is interested in Clarissa? Plus, she might not want him to know her feelings. If I tell Charles that I think Clarissa’s interested in him, it might make things awkward. The only thing keeping Kathleen together these days was Samuel.

However, a week had already passed, yet he showed no signs of waking up. He would previously twitch a little when dreaming, but that did not happen anymore. How frustrating! With that thought, Kathleen turned to go upstairs and check on him. Samuel lay unconscious on the bed. His breathing was stable, but his chest barely rose or fell. Kathleen approached him, sat on the bed, and held his hand while speaking. “I used to think you were too quiet and wondered if you talked more when around Nicolette. Now that I'm seeing you like this, I can’t help but miss the way you used to be. “Please wake up, Samuel. Haven't you slept enough? Please just come around, okay? Let's not fight anymore. Can't we spend the rest of our days peacefully?” Despite her efforts, Samuel did not respond. That sparked annoyance in Kathleen, who instantly snapped, “I've already asked you nicely! Why won't you wake up? Ugh, you're so mean!” There was still no response. Subsequently, Kathleen leaned closer to him while frowning. “What's so good about staying unconscious anyway? Don't tell me that you're dreaming about Nicolette!” It was then that she pointed at Samuel's chiseled face. “Do you not love me anymore? I bet the Nicolette in your dreams is super gentle toward you, huh? "Okay." Tyson obediently joined Kathleen in the office right away. At the same time, Yadiel brought the suit set to the washroom and got changed. Minutes passed before he walked into Kathleen's office in Samuel's clothes. That was when Kathleen took out her tool kit and asked Yadiel to sit down. Seeing the tool kit, Yadiel was alarmed and instantly questioned, “What are you planning to do, Dr. Johnson?” “Stay still. I'm going to put you in a disguise. Now, remember, you're going to be Samuel tonight.” What? Yadiel's eyes went wide upon learning what he had gotten roped into. “Tyson, I want you to tell him all of Samuel's quirks and habits,” Kathleen instructed. “Understood,” replied a nodding Tyson. He then relayed every bit of information regarding Samuel's habits and behaviors when attending events. “Firstly, Mr. Macari never drinks in public.” That sound of that left Kathleen dumbstruck. “Doesn't he drink?” “Nope.” Tyson explained, “You have no idea, Mrs. Macari, but he stopped drinking ever since you left. He didn’t want other women to get him drunk with ulterior motives. Thus, he would refuse even if others handed him a mere cup of water.” Silence befell Kathleen at that point. She had never expected such a thing to happen. Tyson shot a wary look at Kathleen before resuming, “There's more. Mr. Macari refuses to dance with other women, regardless of who they are. It doesn't matter even if it's his own mother.” Yadiel nodded, patiently digesting all the information.

"Of course, if someone asks you something you can’t answer or don't feel comfortable answering, you can always remain silent.” Tyson was helpful in advising, “This way, the other party can't guess what you're thinking and won't dare to ask further.” “I see,” Yadiel replied. “All right. You're going to stop talking now.” With that, Kathleen began inserting a pipe into Yadiel’'s mouth so that he could breathe. She then poured some plaster onto his features to form a face cast. Two hours later, a completely different-looking Yadiel stood before Kathleen and Tyson. Seeing that made Tyson clap eagerly while exclaiming, “My God, Mrs. Macari, you're incredible!” “Oh, hush.” Kathleen humbly explained, “I merely learned a few things about disguise-making that are enough to get us through this.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Macari. I'll make sure to diligently watch over Yadiel tonight,” Tyson promised. That was when Kathleen pulled out another hyper-realistic mask. “No need. I'll be attending the party with Yadiel.” Tyson was stunned by that but asked, “You're going too, Mrs. Macari?” Kathleen raised the mask but obstructed its facial features with her hand. “Guess whose face this is?” Unsure, Tyson shook his head and shrugged. “Yareli's,” was all Kathleen said before letting out a ruthless chuckle.