All Too Late

trouble.” Gizem replied, “I did not wish to meddle in this matter, but your husband kidnapped me here.”

Tracy felt embarrassed. “Give me your hand,” Gizem demanded. Tracy stretched out her right arm for

Gizem to check her pulse. One minute later, Gizem placed Tracy’s hand back down. “There’s nothing

wrong with your body.” “In that case, why can’t I get pregnant all this while?” Tracy furrowed her brows.

“I’ve visited many doctors and tried various medications, but none of them worked.” Gizem crossed her

arm. “Why are you so certain that the problem lies with you instead of your husband?” Tracy was

stunned. “Do you still not understand the problem? The one suffering from infertility is your husband and

not you,” Gizem announced with a clear voice. “That’s not possible.” Tracy shook her head. “Ha. If you’re

reluctant to accept that he is the problematic one, then there’s nothing I can do to address this issue.

There’s no way for me to help. I’m sorry.” With that, Gizem was about to leave. “Hold on!” Tracy halted

her. “Dr. Zabinski, I’ve checked your records, and I know you’re highly capable. You’ve assisted a few

families in bearing their own children.

I beg you. I just want to have a child. Just one will be sufficient.” Gizem said coolly, “Actually, there is a

way.” “Please, tell me! I’m willing to pay any amount necessary!” Tracy responded solemnly. “It’s not a

monetary issue. You just need to change a partner.” Tracy fell silent. Gizem shook off her hand. “That’s

all I have to say.” She strode off afterward. Emily hastily chased after Gizem after glancing at Tracy’s

ashen face. “Dr. Zabinski, wait for a moment!” Emily called after her. Gizem stopped in her tracks.

“What’s the matter?” Emily hesitated for a few moments before asking, “Can you please check on my

son?” Son? “My son’s name is Christopher. Five years ago, he went to Smealand and was met with a car

accident. He’s been in a coma since then. I hope you can help me by looking at his condition.”

Christopher? Car accident? Gizem wore an unfathomable expression. “Sure.” Emily was overjoyed. She

held Gizem’s hand and dragged her toward the third floor. They arrived at a room. The room had been

modified into the design of a ward. An emaciated man was lying on the bed. Gizem moved forward. “He’s

Christopher?” Emily nodded.

Her eyes were slightly reddened. “Dr. Zabinski, I’ve consulted many doctors, but all of them said there’s

nothing they could do.” A gloomy silence descended on Gizem as she took his pulse. Gizem remained

quiet for approximately three minutes. Emily knitted her brows. “How is my son, Dr. Zabinski?” “Can you

tell me more about the incident involving your son’s car accident?” Gizem put Christopher’s hand down

and proceeded to examine his body. Emily took a walk down memory lane. “A little over five years ago,

my son went to Smealand. We received the tragic news of his car accident a month after his departure.

However, we did not find him at the accident scene then. One week later, we realized he was saved by

someone else and was sent to a hospital. We found him in this state when we reached the hospital. The

doctor mentioned he would regain consciousness soon, but… he never woke up since.” She wiped her

tears while recounting the story. “He did not sustain any injuries to his head,” Gizem said monotonously.

Emily nodded. “That’s right. After we returned to the country, we visited a doctor and did an X-ray

examination on him. The doctor also mentioned there is nothing wrong with his brain. However, he’s

simply not waking up.” Gizem pursed her lips. “Pardon me for being straightforward, but he’s not in a

coma because of the car accident.” Emily was astonished. “What did you say? What other reason could

it be if not for the car accident?” “He’s poisoned,” Gizem replied. Poisoned? Emily was in utter disbelief.

She grabbed Gizem’s hand. “Are you sure? Can you save him?” “Ma’am, I do not have absolute

confidence either. Can you give me some time?” Gizem asked. Emily nodded firmly. “Of course! I’ve

waited five years, so I don’t mind waiting a little longer.

Do you know how many physicians we have consulted, but none of them managed to diagnose his

condition? You’re the first person who has a different view. At the very least, you’ve provided us with a

direction.” Gizem consoled her, “In that case, I’ll come here tomorrow to take some of his blood samples.

Is that all right?” “Sure,” Emit agreed. At that moment, the door to the room was pushed open. Finn

entered, seemingly in rage. He grasped Gizem’s collar. “I think you’re a quack doctor!” What the f*ck!

Gizem raised her leg and booted him in the crotch with her high heels. Finn, who did not expect her to

retaliate, loosened his grip on her clothes in pain. Gizem stepped forward and kicked him forcefully in his

abdomen, sending him rolling backward on the floor. “F*ck you! No one has ever dared to treat me like

that! Who do you think you are? How dare a piece of filth like you dare to touch me!” Gizem was livid.

Emily was taken aback because Gizem was acting entirely different from before. She was deeply

impressed by Gizem’s reaction and reckoned Gizem must have undergone combat training. Otherwise,

her movements would not be so smooth. “If I tell you you’re the problem, then you’re the problem. You

can do nothing even if you’re unhappy about my judgment!” Gizem bellowed. Emily, standing aside, had

the urge to clap her hands. Ever since Christopher became comatose, Finn had been jeering at them all

the time. However, Finn had also failed to be blessed with a child all those years. Emily felt elated,

watching Gizem teach him a memorable lesson this time.