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

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

yourself! I couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out of the

his wife

was about to speak up

clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling the

brows in question at

only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed

let his eyes wander over the

ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating

also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at the edge of

rooming arrangement was because the hospital was

sea of

Am I dreaming?

turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their fears by taking good care

asked Samuel instead of answering

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

like he

reached for his phone and tapped on the message notifications that were popping

Richard had no plans of incurring

his phone and

have to remain admitted for

Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned out to

and gave

mistaken your room for another, my

are you

myself,” said Charles in bewilderment

not what you think. This peculiar situation was

eyed Samuel

I was unconscious all this while and had just

was unconvinced.

can testify to that. He was truly left in the dark just

sister staying with that abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right

too often due to my pneumonia,” Kathleen

against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team

soothingly, “Forget it. There’s nothing we can do about

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