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!”

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 I can do for you.” “Stop talking.” Kathleen cried uncontrollably. Samuel fixed his gaze on her as he continued, “As for Blissful Sect, I’ve made some arrangements, and the plan will be executed after I pass away. So you don’t have to take the risk.” “I’ll send you to the hospital.” Kathleen wiped her tears. “It’s okay. It’s pointless for me to live. Kate, goodbye!” Samuel shook his head. Mmph!

go 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. “He won’t die, right?” She lifted her head, revealing her tear-streaked face. Caleb showed a troubled look. Just by looking at

and she slumped into the chair. Kathleen stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. Samuel

choked up, “Isn’t it good to stay alive and live happily?” He was 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 a pair of glasses with black, round frames. “Who are you? How did you get