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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 from his

wouldn’t be staying in the same room as your wife right now

ruin yourself,” Wynnie

hurried after his

to speak up when Samuel cut

some space to clear my head,” Samuel

brows in question at

was only when she waved him on that Tyson

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

voice disrupted his ruminations. “Why weren’t you

askance at the petite woman, who was also dressed in

claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was

a sea of

Am I dreaming?

the ceiling. “Your parents

asked Samuel instead

a

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he

phone and tapped on the message notifications that were

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

put down his phone and collected himself.

have to remain admitted for two more days just

Doesn’t this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

turned out to be the appearance of

strode in and gave Samuel a

mistaken your room for another, my

are you doing

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.

eyed

all this while and had just woken shortly before your

unconvinced.

testify to that. He was truly left

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

moving around too often

production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed

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