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

the

to ruin yourself,” Wynnie huffed as she stalked out

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

to speak up when

to clear my head,” Samuel uttered while

cocked his brows

when she waved him on that Tyson finally departed

a breath and let his eyes wander over the stark

disrupted his ruminations. “Why

petite woman, who was also dressed

arrangement was because the hospital was full,

a sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve

Am I dreaming?

known.” It was Kathleen’s turn to stare at the ceiling. “Your parents were worried sick. Couldn’t

to you?” asked Samuel instead

a really high

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like

reached for his phone and tapped on the message notifications that were

no plans of incurring the wrath of Samuel, hence he chose to

and collected himself.

suppose so. But I still have to remain admitted for

this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

turned out to

and gave

must have mistaken your

are you doing here,

said Charles in

swear it’s not what you think. This peculiar situation was

Charles eyed Samuel

was unconscious all this while and had just woken

unconvinced.

truly

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

advised against moving around too often due

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

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