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.

the tracker, he

fists tightly. “If you are,

Eilam slowly nodded.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “Don’t

that said, she

Eilam frowned deeply.

Fiona’s acting really

looked around her before she headed to the room on the opposite end

her that Luna’s beloved grandson, Logan, was staying

innocent, but Luna had harmed for too

breath and pushed

bed lay a boy around the same age as

was rather pale, completely

placed a hand on the boy’s

been unconscious for

Kathleen wasn’t worried that she might wake

a bit when she

This kid… He’s…

Out of the blue,

He’s awake?

“I’m

hand. “Ms. Fiona, can you please tell Grandma to stop the treatment? I feel so miserable. That lady’s weird. I don’t want her

brows as she tried to

might wake the

Logan wanted to cry.

days. You woke up because of what she did. That means

injected me with some strange

“You should tell Old Mrs.

Just breathing. She doesn’t care if I’m no more than a

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

you’re one of the few good people in this household,” Logan went on,

furrowed

“She’s an awesome doctor. She’s also my cousin. I want to see

you know

Grandma and the others talk about her.” Logan released the hand that had been tugging on her. “But I know that she won’t save me. She doesn’t like the Hoover family, so she won’t

if

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 even willing to get out

kid with a complicated

outside in my entire life. You know that,” Logan said with resentment. He had had

“I can’t

had no idea how

There

furrowed, just stared at her.