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

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

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

Calvin as he hurried after his wife without a care

up

head,” Samuel uttered

his brows in question

was only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed from

sucked in a breath and let his eyes wander over the stark ceiling, deep in

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you

the petite woman, who was also dressed in a

Zimmer claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of it,”

a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve no

Am I dreaming?

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

you?” asked Samuel instead of answering

a really

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he was

reached for his phone and tapped on

Richard had no plans of

and collected himself. “Are you feeling

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

this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned

gave

must have mistaken your room for another, my

are you doing here,

in bewilderment as his eyes darted between Samuel

peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of

Charles eyed Samuel

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

was unconvinced. “Is that

truly left in the dark

staying with that abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms right this instant. If there

advised against moving around too often due to

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

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

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