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!

the cold sweat from his

wouldn’t be staying in the same room as your wife right now if not

ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out of the

after his wife without

about to speak up when Samuel cut

I need some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his

cocked his brows in

waved him on that Tyson

breath and let his eyes wander

“Why weren’t you eating on

also dressed

was because the hospital was

with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their fears by

Samuel instead of

a really

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he was

reached for his phone and tapped on

me, Samuel. This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place the blame on

his phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

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

this mean we’d both

Samuel’s heart dropped.

doorstep turned out to

and gave Samuel a dirty

must have mistaken your room for

are you doing

ask you that myself,” said Charles in

it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The

eyed Samuel

me that look. I was unconscious all this while and

unconvinced. “Is that

was truly left in the dark

switch rooms

moving around too often due to

forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed

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

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