All Too Late

Chapter 305 Is He Dead Kathleen stared at him in silence.

“After that, I’ve been thinking about how I could make you let go of the grudges, but I realized it’s impossible.” Samuel’s eyes were bloodshot. “Perhaps, it’s only when I’m gone that all the love and resentment will vanish.” Kathleen felt her heart skip a beat. What is he talking about? Samuel held her tightly with one hand. His voice was deep and hoarse as he said, “I’m so reluctant to leave, Kate… I really couldn’t bear to…”

At that point, Kathleen noticed something amiss. She pushed Samuel away and saw a dagger on his abdomen. His hand was placed on the dagger, and blood was gushing out from the wound. He looked like he was in extreme pain. “Samuel Macari!” Kathleen took a step forward. However, Samuel stepped back. Kathleen’s face paled in an instant. “Why are you doing this?” Samuel could hardly keep his balance. Kneeling on one knee, he confessed, “I’m sorry. I have no other way to make you forgive me.” Kathleen’s vision became blurry. “Kate…” Blood dripped out from the corner of Samuel’s lips. “If I die, forgive me. Please?” Kathleen bent down and cried, “Samuel, why do you have to do this?” Is he trying to make me feel miserable on purpose? “Tyson, leave those people alone. Send Mr. Macari to the hospital right now!”

as usual.” Samuel raised his hand, which was stained with blood. His hand was icy. He gently stroked Kathleen’s cheek. “I’ve thought about your future too. It doesn’t matter if you get married to someone or if you choose to live freely on your own for the rest of your life. I’ve considered everything for you. This is the only thing

that far. Samuel’s health isn’t good, to begin with. And now, he even stabbed himself. I doubt if he could survive. At the hospital, Kathleen sat on the chair in front of the operating room. She was quivering terribly. Caleb took off his coat and draped it over Kathleen. Kathleen’s face was as white as a sheet.

doctor looked resigned. “I’m sorry, but we’ve done our best.” “What?” Diana passed out right away. “Mom!” Calvin supported her. Wynnie’s legs weakened, and she slumped into the chair. Kathleen stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. Samuel is dead? This is impossible! Why would he die? No! I don’t believe this! She stood up and dashed into the operating room. The

dead, and he died right before her eyes. She leaned against the operating table and started bawling. “Hey, why are you crying?” A hoarse and senile voice sounded next to her. Kathleen looked up and stared at him. The voice came from an elderly who was almost in his seventies. His gray hair was tied into a ponytail, and he wore