Divorce Anxiety

Chapter 485 I Cannot Help You

Kathleen did not have to look back to know who that was.

She slowly turned around. “Old Mrs. Hoover asked me to check on him.”

“What can a five-year-old do?” Lauren snorted.

Kathleen said nothing.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” Lauren approached her. “You don’t sound right.”

“I fell ill. Sore throat.” Kathleen took two steps back. “Don’t come closer. You might get infected.”

“Let me see!” Lauren reached a hand out and squeezed Kathleen’s neck.

Kathleen frowned. “Ouch!”

Lauren let go. “Indeed, it’s sore.”

“I’m not lying,” Kathleen stated.

“Hmph!” Lauren said coldly. “Do you want me to prescribe some medicine for you?”

“No need. I’ve taken some,” Kathleen answered.

Lauren went on, “Allow me to remind you. Don’t be too nice to that kid. He’s going to die sooner or later.

With that said, she turned around and left.

A murderous intent flashed across Kathleen’s eyes.

You want to kill my son? Not if I kill you first!

She whipped around and opened the door.

Inside the room, Eilam looked at her warily.

He had overheard the conversation between Kathleen and Lauren.

However, he knew that Fiona always took good care of him.

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Eilam was in one piece.

“Are you hungry?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Briefly stunned, Eilam shook his head.

Kathleen spotted some traces of blood on his clothes.

removed the tracker, he must

fists tightly. “If you

Eilam slowly nodded.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to

said,

Eilam frowned deeply.

Fiona’s acting really

her before she headed to the room on the opposite end

that Luna’s beloved

but Luna had harmed for too many

breath and

a boy around the same

pale, completely drained

him and placed a hand on

had been unconscious for quite

wasn’t worried that she

when she

This kid… He’s…

blue, Logan opened his eyes. “Ms.

He’s awake?

for a moment. “I’m here

stop the treatment? I feel so miserable. That lady’s weird. I don’t want her as

her brows as she tried

might wake the

Logan wanted to cry.

of what she

his head. “She’s weird. She injected me with some strange bugs. I

frowned. “You should tell

care if I’m no more than a walking corpse,” Logan said, crying. “She just didn’t want the Hoover

stared at the teenager who was probably not much older than Zion. “But there’s nothing

Logan went on,

furrowed

an awesome doctor. She’s also my cousin. I

do you know her?” Kathleen expressed

talk about her.” Logan released the hand that had been tugging on her. “But I know that she won’t save me.

darkened. “What if she really can’t

reddened. “What can I do? Death awaits me. I’d rather die than be tortured like this. All these years, I’ve consumed more medicine than regular food. My arms have been injected with so many needles that they resemble meat sieves! I really don’t want to live like this anymore. I’m

with a complicated expression. She didn’t know what

a day outside in my entire life. You know that,” Logan

responded flatly, “I

had no idea how

was Luna’s grandson. There

furrowed, just stared at her. “Y-You’re not Ms.