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!

wiped the cold sweat

your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the same room as your wife

yourself! I couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as

hurried after his wife without

was about to speak up when

too. I need some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while

brows

was only when she waved him on that

a breath and let his eyes wander over

disrupted his ruminations. “Why

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

because the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of it,”

churning with a sea of roiling

Am I dreaming?

if I’d known.” It was Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their

you?” asked Samuel instead

a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like

on the message

Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans of

phone and

remain admitted for two

days? Doesn’t this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

of activity at their doorstep turned out to be the appearance of

in and gave Samuel a dirty

have mistaken your room for another,

are you doing

in bewilderment as his eyes darted between Samuel

you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms, so we

Charles eyed

all this while and had

unconvinced. “Is that

testify to that. He was truly left in the dark just like

“I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms

moving around too

forehead. “That production team be damned. Their

hand and said soothingly, “Forget it. There’s nothing we

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