All Too Late

Chapter 485

Chapter 485 I Cannot Help You

Kathleen did not have to look back to know who that was.

She slowly turned around. “Old Mrs. Hoover asked me to check on him.”

“What can a five-year-old do?” Lauren snorted.

Kathleen said nothing.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” Lauren approached her. “You don’t sound right.”

“I fell ill. Sore throat.” Kathleen took two steps back. “Don’t come closer. You might get infected.”

“Let me see!” Lauren reached a hand out and squeezed Kathleen’s neck.

Kathleen frowned. “Ouch!”

Lauren let go. “Indeed, it’s sore.”

“I’m not lying,” Kathleen stated.

“Hmph!” Lauren said coldly. “Do you want me to prescribe some medicine for you?”

“No need. I’ve taken some,” Kathleen answered.

Lauren went on, “Allow me to remind you. Don’t be too nice to that kid. He’s going to die sooner or later.

With that said, she turned around and left.

A murderous intent flashed across Kathleen’s eyes.

You want to kill my son? Not if I kill you first!

She whipped around and opened the door.

Inside the room, Eilam looked at her warily.

He had overheard the conversation between Kathleen and Lauren.

However, he knew that Fiona always took good care of him.

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Eilam was in one piece.

“Are you hungry?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Briefly stunned, Eilam shook his head.

Kathleen spotted some traces of blood on his clothes.

they removed the tracker, he must have

clenched her fists tightly.

Eilam slowly nodded.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “Don’t worry. Everything’s

that said,

Eilam frowned deeply.

Fiona’s acting

to the room on the opposite end of the

had told her that Luna’s beloved grandson,

innocent, but Luna had

breath and pushed

bed lay a boy around the

pale, completely drained of

him and placed a

been unconscious for quite

worried that she

a bit when she

This kid… He’s…

blue, Logan opened his eyes.

He’s awake?

for a moment. “I’m here

can you please tell Grandma to stop the treatment? I feel so miserable. That lady’s

Kathleen knitted her brows as she

might wake the

Logan wanted to cry.

up because of what

She injected me with

tell Old Mrs.

She doesn’t care if I’m no more than a walking corpse,” Logan said, crying. “She just didn’t want the Hoover

stared at the teenager who was probably not much older than Zion.

in this household,” Logan went on, still sobbing. “Get me out of here. There’s someone I want

furrowed her

an awesome doctor. She’s also my cousin. I want to see

know her?” Kathleen

Logan released the hand that had been tugging on her. “But I know that she won’t save me. She doesn’t like the Hoover family, so

haze darkened. “What if

All these years, I’ve consumed more medicine than regular food. My arms have been injected with so many needles that they resemble meat sieves! I really don’t want to live

at the kid with a complicated expression.

my entire life. You know that,” Logan said with resentment. He had

flatly, “I can’t help

idea how to do

grandson. There was nothing

stared at her. “Y-You’re not Ms.

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