All Too Late

Chapter 122

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgement.

It wasn’t long before Richard arrived in the hospital room.

“You’re awake, Ms. Johnson. You barely avoided a lung infection caused by dehydration. I’d suggest you stay put for two more days for observation, just to be safe.”

“Is it mandatory?” Kathleen questioned with a grimace.

“But of course. You wouldn’t want to deal with complications from the flu,” Richard answered sternly in a tone that warranted no objection. “Rest well.”

He then turned to address Wynnie and Calvin who were at the corner. “Were either one of you aware of his eating habits? My diagnosis shows that his gastroenteritis was caused by irregular eating schedules.”

Wynnie wrung her hands in concern. “You know how stubborn he can be.”

“That boy is digging his own grave if he continues neglecting his health,” Richard announced baldly while Wynnie continued studying her son’s sickly pale features.

It was at that moment that Tyson strode into the room.

“Tyson, has Samuel been eating at all recently?” Wynnie questioned hurriedly.

“But of course. However, the food prepared was not up to his standard, insomuch that he barely consumed several morsels out of each meal. I tried convincing him but to no avail.”

“How is he such a picky eater?” Wynnie exclaimed in exasperation.

“I remember Mr. Macari enjoying the meal prepared by Ms. Johnson last time. He finished eating it.” Tyson darted a meaningful glance toward Samuel.

Wynnie crossed her arms. “Kathleen won’t always be around at his beck and call. He can jolly well learn to care for himself.”

Kathleen flushed at the sudden turn of events.

She recalled the time he completely devoured the plain oatmeal she prepared and felt an inexplicable surge of sympathy for Samuel.

Just then, Samuel began to stir, his eyes opening groggily.

Wynnie rushed toward her son. “Are you feeling any better? With the way you’re treating your body right now, you might as well be planning for an early death!”

“I’m fine, all right?”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule. Is eating such a harrowing ordeal? I wouldn’t have given birth to you if I’d known you’d turn out this way!” Wynnie’s anger was irrepressible.

Samuel chose to remain silent but discreetly directed a knife-sharp glare at Tyson.

God knows why you contacted Mom!

wiped the cold sweat from his

a way of showing your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the

were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out of the

as he hurried after his wife without a care in

to speak up when Samuel

some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling

his brows in question at

was only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed

his eyes wander over the stark ceiling, deep in

disrupted his ruminations. “Why

woman, who was also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at the

Zimmer claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of

with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their

you?” asked Samuel instead of answering her

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he

phone and tapped on the message notifications that

to thank me, Samuel. This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place

put down his phone and collected himself. “Are

remain admitted for two more

days? Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out to

in and gave Samuel a dirty

mistaken your room for

are you doing

in bewilderment as his eyes

situation was entirely coincidental. The

Charles eyed Samuel

give me that look. I was unconscious all this while and

unconvinced. “Is that

truly left in the dark

arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant.

against moving around too often due to

Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team

to her brother’s hand and said soothingly, “Forget

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