Divorce Anxiety

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 his

staying in the same room as your wife right now if not for my quick

less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed

his wife without a

to speak up when

to clear my head,” Samuel uttered

his brows in question at

on that Tyson finally departed from

a breath and let his eyes

ruminations. “Why weren’t you

petite woman, who was also dressed in a hospital gown,

claimed that this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though

a sea of roiling thoughts.

Am I dreaming?

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

happened to you?” asked Samuel

had a

Samuel dipped his head.

felt like he

for his phone and tapped on the message

plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose

put down his phone and

I still have to remain admitted for two more days just

Doesn’t this mean

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned out to

strode in and gave Samuel

must have mistaken your room for another,

are you

Charles in bewilderment as his

peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The

Charles eyed Samuel

all this while and had

was unconvinced. “Is that

was truly left in

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 my

Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be

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