It was seven o’clock at night.
Wynnie had brought Kathleen some food.
She gave Kathleen a big portion. “Here’s yours.”
Then, Samuel received the smaller portion. “And here’s yours.”
Samuel was left speechless.
Wynnie explained, “Well, I only made an extra portion in light of your rescue efforts today. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be getting any food. Not even a bowl of soup.”
Reluctant to speak, Samuel remained silent.
Kathleen saw that Samuel was slightly depressed, so she said to Wynnie, “Mrs. Macari, I was saved today all thanks to Samuel.”
“Oh. Kate has put in some good words for you. I’ll reward you with a bowl of soup later,” Wynnie muttered slowly.
“Hah!” Samuel laughed in disdain. “Thank you, my queen. Thank you, my princess.”
Wynnie scoffed, “I’m your queen, but she’s not your princess. Keep your slick tongue to yourself.”
Samuel decided to shut his mouth as he dined.
Wynnie patted Kathleen’s head, slightly concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Kathleen nodded.
“That’s good.” Wynnie furrowed her brows. “Mom was furious when she learned about this. She mentioned that she’ll make time for poker tomorrow. She plans on telling her poker friends about this incident. Don’t worry. The news will spread like wildfire.”
Kathleen asked, “Mrs. Macari, is that necessary?”
“Of course it is! They have wronged you,” Wynnie replied seriously.
Kathleen was grateful, but she didn’t want to trouble them.
Wynnie had a good look at Kathleen before taking a glance at Samuel. She felt at ease.
After Kathleen finished her meal, Wynnie tidied up the table and prepared herself to leave.
“I’ll see you out.” Samuel got up to send Wynnie off.
Both mother and son were standing in front of the elevator when Wynnie asked coldly, “Have you finally thought things through? Do you now know that you have to protect her?”
Samuel did not utter a word.
“Now that you’re finally together with Kathleen, you’d better do your best to treasure her. Be careful, or she might not forgive you next time,” Wynnie added with a frown.
“Mom, she doesn’t love me anymore. I can sense it,” Samuel replied in a serious tone.
Wynnie stared at him.
He continued, “She’s no longer the same Kathleen who used to love me.”
Wynnie maintained her composure. “Oh? I’m not surprised. You shouldn’t be pestering Kate if it bothers you. Who knows? Perhaps she’ll end up with Christopher.”
Samuel couldn’t find the words to reply, causing his mother to snort.
At last, he replied adamantly, “She’s not going to be with Christopher. She came back this time to reclaim her identity.”
Wynnie was stunned for a moment. “What identity?”
Samuel threw her a sideways glance. “Didn’t you know? Kate’s parents were both orphans.”
“I knew that already. In fact, I learned about it before you. Who do you think I am?” she said.
Samuel’s face was expressionless as he felt mocked.
He continued to explain nonchalantly, “Kathleen is back because she found out her mother’s real identity. She’ll leave once her business is done here. No one can stop her then.”
Wynnie gave him her heartfelt advice. “It all comes down to your own doing. How can you be sure if you haven’t tried? As long as you’re sincere, I don’t think Kate will hold a grudge against you forever.”
Samuel fell silent.
At that moment, the elevator arrived.
“All right, this will do. You don’t have to send me any further. Go back and keep Kate company,” said Wynnie.
“Mom, do you know about Kate’s identity?” Samuel asked all of a sudden.
His mother shook her head.
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