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!

cold sweat

your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the same room

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

his wife without a care

was about to speak up when

leave too. I need some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes,

brows

him on that

sucked in a breath and let his eyes wander over the

disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t

also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting

Zimmer claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was

with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

to this if I’d known.” It was Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your

asked Samuel

had a

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like

on the message

plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place the blame on Tyson

down his phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

But I still have to remain admitted for two more days just

this mean we’d both

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out to be the

strode in and gave Samuel a dirty

must have mistaken your room

are you doing

said Charles in

what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of

eyed

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

unconvinced. “Is that

truly left in the dark just like

for you to switch rooms

advised against moving around too often due to

held his palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed for

soothingly, “Forget it. There’s

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