Divorce Anxiety

Chapter 368 Uncle

“Could it be Vanessa?” Kathleen was surprised.

“Given her abilities, anything difficult would be as easy as pie,” replied Theodore. “Think about it. Just think. Who was it who could not accept your mother’s presence?”

After speaking, Theodore hung up the phone.

Kathleen frowned deeply.

He wants me to think about this? How?

“I want to talk to Grandpa.” Very feebly, Zion reached out for the phone.

Kathleen gave the phone a mild wave. “The old man has hung up.”

Just then, her phone vibrated. She had received a text message from Theodore.

Zion doesn’t like the hospital. You should take him home.

At this point, the ambulance had stopped.

The paramedics got out of the car and opened the door.

Seeing the hospital outside, Zion immediately exclaimed, “I’m not going to the hospital! You can’t make me!”

The medical staff didn’t dare to touch him. They merely looked at Kathleen hesitantly.

Kathleen said quietly, “I’m sorry to trouble you. I think you can go on and rest. Just leave one person with me to drive.”

They nodded promptly.

When the driver got back into the ambulance, she gave him an address and asked him to take them there.

Kathleen called the housekeepers at home and instructed them to prepare one of the guest rooms.

Zion’s handsome face was pale, and his jaw was tightly clenched. He seemed very nervous.

Kathleen decided to tease him a little. “What are you scared of? Think I’ll murder you or something?”

Zion’s face showed a sneer that didn’t match his age. “I’ve already died once.”

“How old are you?” Kathleen was curious.

“Thirteen,” Zion said coldly.

“I think you’re more like a seventy-three-year-old,” Kathleen teased. “You speak so maturely that I think you might be a vampire or something.”

huffed, closed his

massaged her sore temples. This boy was truly a pain in

my own son is more obedient than this. However, I guess I have Samuel to thank for raising him to be

useless after all. At the very least, he was a good

half an hour, they arrived at

the housekeepers had come

Zion

his eyes until the

noticed a little girl standing by the bed, eyes as round as saucers. She

lips and white teeth. She looked

slightly. “Are you

tilted her

“Kathleen,” Zion replied.

Desi

is Kathleen’s daughter. What a lovely, cute

grew up in a loving

his eyes, not wanting

“Are you sick? It’s okay. My mommy is a

his head with the

looked puzzledly

walked in. “Desi, why are

“I was

so I reckon he would be your uncle,”

greeted politely, “Hello,

voice of the little girl

brother.” Kathleen

little girl she was,

of the bed. “We’re at my house, so you can rest easy. However, I have something to

and handsome face a mask of self-mockery. “I’m

icily. “I’ll be getting you some supplies. Do you have

you’re so worried that I’ll harm her, why don’t you tell her to leave me the

He seemed to

heard that, she walked

covers, his

the room and instructed

staring at her mother with

island, so she didn’t know who

said Kathleen hastily. She

play with him often in

he is sick, he can’t play with you.

Desi huffed in response.

held her hand

Desi seemed stable.