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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!

the cold sweat from

your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the

less if you were to ruin yourself,” Wynnie

trailed Calvin as he hurried after his

speak up when Samuel

should leave too. I need some space to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling the end of

cocked his brows in question

him on that Tyson finally departed

and let his eyes wander over

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating on

woman, who was also dressed

the hospital was full, though I doubt the veracity of it,”

churning with a sea

Am I dreaming?

the ceiling. “Your

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead

a really

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like

reached for his phone and tapped on the message notifications that

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

and collected himself. “Are

I still have to remain

Doesn’t this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

turned out to be the

gave Samuel a dirty

your

are you

in bewilderment as his eyes darted between

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

Charles eyed

that look. I was unconscious all this while and

unconvinced. “Is

He was truly left in the

you to switch rooms right

moving around too often due to my

forehead. “That production team be damned. Their

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