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!

wiped the cold sweat from his

of showing your appreciation. You wouldn’t be staying in the same room

you were to ruin

his wife

up when Samuel

my head,” Samuel uttered while shutting his eyes,

his brows in question

only when she waved him on

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

his ruminations. “Why weren’t you eating on

looked askance at the petite woman, who was also dressed in a hospital

because the hospital was full, though

sea of roiling thoughts. “I’ve no

Am I dreaming?

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

happened to you?” asked Samuel instead of answering

a

Samuel dipped his head.

still felt like he was

on the message

This was all Tyson’s idea. Richard had no plans

phone and collected himself. “Are you feeling

to remain admitted

days? Doesn’t this mean we’d

Samuel’s heart dropped.

their doorstep turned out to be the

gave Samuel

must have mistaken your room for

you doing here,

you that myself,” said Charles in bewilderment as his eyes darted between Samuel

think. This peculiar situation

Charles eyed Samuel

look. I was unconscious all this while and had just woken

unconvinced. “Is

was truly left in the dark just

abominable man. “I’ll arrange for you to switch rooms

moving around too often due to

forehead. “That production team be damned. Their entire team should be dismissed for

and said soothingly, “Forget