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

staying in the same room as your wife

less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie

as he hurried after his wife without

to speak up

head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling the end

brows in

waved him on that Tyson

a breath and let his eyes wander over the

voice disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating

who was also dressed in a

because the hospital was full, though

with a sea of roiling

Am I dreaming?

It was Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like he

his phone and tapped on

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

his phone and

so. But I still have to remain admitted for two

days? Doesn’t this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out

and gave Samuel

your room for another, my

you doing

you that myself,” said Charles in bewilderment as his

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

Charles eyed

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

was unconvinced. “Is

to that. He was truly left in the

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

advised against moving around too often due to my

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

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

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