Fell in Love With You in the Wrong Time novel Chapter 308

Richard said awkwardly, “I'm sorry. It was my mistake.”

“You...” The look in Samuel's eyes was cold.

“Actually, you can't blame me for this. It's the system that made a mistake,” explained Richard helplessly. “But you don't have to worry about her capability. She's a doctor who graduated from Arvard College of Medicine, so she's an expert.”

Samuel remained silent while wearing a glacial expression.

Desi disliked female doctors, so he was planning to look for a male doctor who excelled in the relevant field.

However, he didn't expect them to make a mistake.

Gizem glanced indifferently at the man. “Mr. Macari, are you done with the confirmation? May I please examine Ms. Macari's body now?”

Samuel, who had always respected his daughter's decision, turned to question her, “Desi, what do you think?”

Desi sized Gizem up and concluded that although the woman before her was not exceptionally pretty, she gave off a dashing aura that made people want to befriend her.

Thus, she nodded reluctantly. “Okay then.”

As long as she's not here to snatch Daddy away will do. I have to keep an eye on Daddy for Mommy's sake.

Samuel placed Desi on the bed, and Gizem put on her stethoscope to examine the little girl's body.

When her hand touched vest's tummy, the latter was momentarily stunned.

“Ms. Zabinski, your hand feels warm.

Gizem's raven eyes were clear as she looked at the girl. “Thank you.”

Desi gazed at Gizem quietly and noticed that the latter seemed different from other women.

Unlike other women, Gizem didn't even steal a glance at Samuel.

After examining Desi's condition, Gizem helped the girl put on her small coat.

“How is my daughter?” asked Samuel aloofly.

Gizem's tone was calm as she elucidated, “I've looked over her previous medical records. Ms. Macari's heart condition is currently fine. As long as her condition remains unchanged, she'd be able to undergo a heart transplant surgery when she's eighteen years old.”

“You should know your duty, yes?” he uttered solemnly.

“Of course. My duty is to ensure Ms. Macari reaches the age of eighteen safely and soundly.” The woman's demeanor remained placid.

Good.'

Samuel needed to find a reliable doctor, as the doctor was responsible for looking after Desi in the long term.

She said flatly, “Rest assured, Mr. Macari. I know what I should do.”

Suddenly, she felt a warm sensation on her palm and looked sideways to meet Desi's eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Ms. Zabinski, your eyes are so pretty.” Desi stared intently at Gizem's eyes.

Her eyes are as pretty as Mommy's.

Gizem was slightly surprised. “Thank you for your compliment, but I'm just an ordinary person.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, a woman barged in.

“Samuel, I heard that you'd be bringing Desi here to see a doctor, so I went to the house to see if you're there. I didn't expect you guys to be here already.”

Samuel replied emotionlessly, “What does that have to do with you?”

As Yareli heard his words, she felt aggrieved.

She glanced at Gizem and asked,

“Who is this?”

Gizem's gleaming jet-black eyes made Yareli inexplicably uncomfortable.

Samuel ignored her while carrying Desi in his arms. “All right. Let's go home.”

“Daddy, can we please go home after getting some breakfast? I'm hungry.” The girl pouted.

She didn't have breakfast because her stomach needed to be empty for the checkup.

“Okay.” The way Samuel looked at his daughter was exceptionally gentle.

“I want some fried chicken.” Desi blinked her adorable puppy eyes.

Samuel looked at Gizem, who immediately understood his meaning and said, “Ms. Macari, you can't have fried foods. It's not good for your heart.”

“Then, what else can I eat?” Desi, who was a foodie, was disappointed to hear that she couldn't eat what she wanted.

Gizem was a little helpless as well.

Just then, the little girl sniffed and commented, “Something smells so good.”

“It’s probably my perfume.” Yareli smiled.

Desi glanced at her with disdain.

“Your perfume smells bad. It's not from you.”

Yareli was at a loss for words.

“Daddy, put me down.” The girl wriggled her legs.