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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

You wouldn’t be staying in the same room

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

wait up!” trailed Calvin as he hurried after his wife without a care in

was about to speak up when Samuel

clear my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes, signaling the

his brows in

on that Tyson finally departed from the

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

ruminations. “Why weren’t you

the petite woman, who was also dressed in a hospital

this rooming arrangement was because the hospital was full, though

with a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t you at least try to allay their fears by taking good care

to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering

had a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like

and tapped on the message notifications that

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

his phone and collected himself. “Are

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

Doesn’t this mean we’d both

Samuel’s heart dropped.

at their doorstep turned out to be the

strode in and gave Samuel

have mistaken your

are you

Charles in bewilderment as his eyes

swear it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was entirely coincidental. The hospital was out of available rooms,

eyed Samuel

all this while and had just woken shortly before your

unconvinced.

to that. He was truly left in the dark just

you to switch rooms right this instant. If there still aren’t any available, we’ll file for

moving around too often due to my

palm against Kathleen’s forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be

to her brother’s hand and said soothingly, “Forget