Divorce Anxiety (Kathleen and Samuel)

Chapter 120

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 from

showing your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the

ruin yourself,” Wynnie

trailed Calvin as he hurried after his wife without a care in the world

to speak up when Samuel cut him

leave too. I need some space to clear my head,”

brows in question at

only when she waved him on that Tyson

sucked in a breath and let his eyes wander over the stark ceiling,

disrupted his ruminations. “Why

the petite woman, who was also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at the edge of

this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity

churning with a sea of

Am I dreaming?

to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least

Samuel instead

a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like he

phone and tapped on the message notifications

need to thank me, Samuel. This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans of incurring

his phone and

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

this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned

strode in and gave Samuel

mistaken your

are you doing here,

could ask you that myself,” said Charles in bewilderment as his eyes darted between Samuel

situation was

Charles eyed Samuel

that look. I was unconscious all this while and had just woken shortly

unconvinced. “Is that

testify to that. He was truly left in the dark

you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still

around too often due to my pneumonia,” Kathleen

Charles held his palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be

on to her brother’s hand and said soothingly, “Forget it. There’s

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