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

be staying in the same room

care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed

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

up when

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

cocked his brows in question

waved him on

his eyes wander

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating

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

hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of

sea of roiling

Am I dreaming?

Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your

Samuel instead

had a really

Samuel dipped his head.

like

on the message notifications that were popping

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

his phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

have to remain admitted for two more

Doesn’t this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned out to be the appearance

strode in and gave Samuel a dirty

must have mistaken your room

you

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

like, but I swear it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms, so we had to compromise,” Kathleen

eyed Samuel

look. I was unconscious all this while and

unconvinced. “Is that

that. He was truly left in the dark

abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still aren’t any available, we’ll file for a

doctor advised against moving around too often due to

Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned.

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

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