Fell in Love With You in The Wrong Time

chapter 122

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

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

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

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

up when Samuel cut

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

his brows in question

when she waved him on

eyes wander over the stark ceiling,

voice disrupted his ruminations. “Why

who was also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at

the hospital was full, though I

with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

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

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering

a

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he

his phone and tapped on the message notifications that were

no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place the

his phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

to remain admitted for two more days just

days? Doesn’t this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

doorstep turned out to be the appearance

strode in and gave Samuel a dirty

your room

you doing

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

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

eyed

I was unconscious all this while

unconvinced. “Is that

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

abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this

too often due to my pneumonia,”

Kathleen’s 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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