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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!

cold sweat

You wouldn’t be staying in the

I couldn’t care less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out

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

about to speak up when Samuel cut him

I need some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his

cocked his brows in question

only when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed from

breath and let his eyes wander

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you

who was also dressed in a hospital gown, sitting at the

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?

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

to you?” asked Samuel

a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

like he

for his phone and tapped on the message

idea. Richard had no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to place the blame on Tyson the

and

so. But I still have to remain admitted for

Doesn’t this

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out to be the

in and gave Samuel

must have mistaken your room for another, my

you

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

peculiar situation was entirely

eyed

look. I was unconscious all this

unconvinced.

was truly left

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

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

on to her brother’s hand and said soothingly,