Winning her back after divorce (Divorce anxiety)

Chapter 343

Chapter 343 Has She Regained Her Memory Gizem flashed Shadow a cold smile. “Is something

wrong?” “What are you doing?” Shadow looked at her with a serious expression. “Would you believe

me if I said I’m attempting to be a thief?” Gizem asked with a half-smile. “Master said that I can get rid

of you if you do anything odd.” The look on Shadow’s face became sinister. “Get rid of me?” Gizem

chuckled. “You?” Shadow’s eyes turned cold. “You asked for it! I won’t let you go the way I did during

the day!”

After that, he raised his fist. Gizem looked at his raised fist coldly with a calm smile on her face. “Do it.”

Just as Shadow was about to throw a punch, his hand suddenly dropped. What the… He tried to move

his arm but realized that he could not raise it no matter how hard he tried. Afterward, he felt that his

waist also became sore and weak. He could not even stand. A hint of coldness appeared in Gizem’s

eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you find that you have no strength in you?” “What did you do?” Shadow

looked at her in disbelief. Immediately afterward, he fell to the ground. His eyes were filled with hatred.

“Hmph! You guys are really ungrateful. It’s all thanks to my drug that you can act with impunity all these

years.” Gizem looked down at him condescendingly. “Even this island and everything on this island was

bought using the money we make from selling the drug I developed.” Shadow gritted his teeth. “Master

won’t let you off! Neither can you escape from here!” “I don’t want to escape. I just want to find out who

I am, my identity.” Gizem had a cold look in her eyes. Propping his body up, Shadow smiled wickedly.

“You won’t end well once Master catches you. He’ll definitely make you hand over the antidote.” Gizem

replied in an indifferent tone, “There is no antidote to this drug. Besides, you and I are both only tools to

Master. He has many tools like you, but I’m different. I can help him make money.” “You are too

arrogant.” Shadow was indignant. “Ha. I don’t have time to argue with you here. The drug will kick in in

a minute. By then, you will be stiff and unable to move. Your tongue will also turn so stiff that you won’t

be able to speak, so if you want to snitch on me, you may do so to the devil in hell.” With a triumphant

smile, Gizem turned around and left. “Come back here!” Shadow screamed angrily. Gizem, however,

had already left. Shadow wanted to call Theodore to inform him about what just happened, but his

arms had turned completely immobile. “No… No!” Then he realized that he could not move his tongue

as well. No! Gizem, who got the key, immediately rushed to the work area. The keys Shadow had were

for the speedboat and the work area. Thus, they provided her with unimpeded access to everywhere. It This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

was the first time she was in the work area.

Although she was not very familiar with the place, the work area only had one floor, which made it

easier for her to search the place. She saw Theodore in the innermost laboratory, but she did not go in.

There were windows on the doors of the laboratories. Through the window, she saw that Theodore was

still working. It seemed that the latter had not started drawing Desi’s blood. Where would Desi be? She

turned around and continued walking inside. She then saw a sickbay. A sickbay? Could it be that the

person living here is, according to rumors, the child left behind by Theodore’s son? She looked in

through the glass window and could only see a person lying on the hospital bed. She gently pushed the

door open and walked in. There was really someone lying on the bed. It was a boy that was about

twelve or thirteen years old.

He was in a coma, and his face was purple. Gizem checked his pulse and found that he was indeed

terminally ill. Desi’s blood might not be able to save him. Gizem had to go and find Desi, or it would

really be too late. Gizem secretly came out of the sickbay and walked to the next room, which seemed

to be a sickbay as well. There was also a person lying on the bed. It seemed to be a kid. Gizem

immediately pushed open the door and went in. She walked up to the bed and saw that it was indeed

Desi. “Desi, it’s me.” She patted Desi lightly on the cheek. However, the latter did not wake up. Gizem

found it weird. After noticing a glass that was half full on the side, she picked up the glass and sniffed at

it. D*mn it! It’s spiked! They probably kept feeding Desi the drug in order to keep her quiet.

The drug was so powerful that it affected adults, let alone children. Gizem took out a sheepskin scroll

hidden at her waist and unfolded it, revealing three silver needles. She took out a silver needle and

gently inserted it into the space between Desi’s brows. After thirty seconds, Desi came round and was

immediately about to cry. Gizem gently covered her mouth and whispered, “Shh. Don’t make a sound.

I’m here to save you.” Desi nodded. Gizem pulled out the silver needle and put it away. She then said

in a hushed voice, “I’m taking you away now. Don’t be afraid.” “Okay.” Desi nodded obediently. Gizem

helped her get dressed, then carried the latter in her arms, preparing to leave. Desi wrapped her arms

around Gizem’s neck tightly without making a sound. Turning around with Desi in her arms, Gizem saw

Theodore standing at the door looking at them with a chilling gaze. “What are you doing, Gizem?”

Theodore asked coldly.

“Master, I should be asking you this.” Gizem hugged Desi tightly. She could feel the latter shivering in

her arms. “Put her down!” Theodore demanded sternly. “Master, I’ve checked the kid’s pulse. He’s

already gravely ill. It’ll be useless no matter how many times you change his blood,” Gizem said coldly.

“You know nothing! Put her down, and I’ll spare you. If you insist to go against me, I won’t let you off.”

Theodore gave her a serious look. “Master, if you need someone’s blood for that kid, you can use mine.

Desi is still a kid. If you draw her blood, she’ll die,” Gizem proposed. Theodore chuckled through his

gritted teeth.

“What do you know? Only her blood can save my grandson.” Gizem was stunned at his words. “Why?”

Theodore replied coldly, “Why should I tell you?” “Well, I guess we have nothing more to say, then.”

Gizem took a deep breath. “Master, I have another question for you.” Theodore fixed his cold gaze on

her. “Who am I? Who the hell am I?” Gizem asked. Theodore did not expect such a question from

Gizem. Has she regained her memory? It’s impossible. There are parasitic worms in her body that will

give her a momentous amount of pain once she remembers her past. “Why the silence, Master?”

Gizem took a step forward. “You said the man I loved died, and so did our child, but you never showed

me his picture. What did he look like?”