Just as Wynnie was about to push the door open to enter the place, Kathleen held her hand.
She had also heard what Samuel had said.
He claimed to be able to have her donate her bone marrow in three days.
What does he plan on doing? Will he tie her on a sickbed and force her to donate her bone marrow?
Wynnie gave Kathleen a side glance, noting that the latter already had tears rolling in her eyes but had willed herself not to cry even though she was feeling aggrieved as it was.
Wynnie heaved a sigh before leading Kathleen away.
Sensing that someone was outside the room, Samuel came out to check, only to find no one behind the door.
Was it an illusion?
Meanwhile, Wynnie led Kathleen back into the ward.
After closing the door, she said coldly, “Don’t you worry. Samuel would never be able to force you as long as you do not agree to this. How dare he act like a dictator!”
“Thank you, Wynnie.” Kathleen pulled her lips into a thin line.
Although Wynnie was Samuel’s biological mother, she had always been protective over Kathleen.
Wynnie lamented, “Kathleen, you have an overly tolerant personality. Don’t you know only by playing weak that you will be tended to? Samuel won’t care for you if you keep on being such a doormat.”
“But I won’t be able to stay at his side if I don’t tolerate him.” Kathleen bit her lip with her teeth.
“Why did you go to City Hall today?” Wynnie studied Kathleen.
Kathleen was a bad liar, so Wynnie knew what was going on upon laying eyes on her.
“I…” Kathleen was hesitant to speak.
If she told Wynnie the truth, the entire Macari family would know about it.
“Were you planning to file for divorce?” Wynnie gave her a side glance. “Are you and Samuel planning to go through with the divorce before informing anybody else?”
Kathleen lowered her head sheepishly.
“You two are such a bother.” Wynnie was furious. “Don’t you know you’ll be in big trouble if your grandmother-in-law knows about this?”
What Wynnie meant was that Diana would be angry if she knew that Samuel and Kathleen were filing for divorce.
Diana was in poor health, so she would fall ill if she ever flew into a rage.
It would be disastrous if that happened by any chance and something bad befell Diana.
Kathleen bit her lip. “Wynnie, she won’t know if nobody tells her.”
“Do you think that b*tch Nicolette can possibly hold her tongue?” Wynnie asked in exasperation. “She might even make a public announcement immediately. If that’s the case, Old Mrs. Macari will still hear about it.”
It was impossible to keep things under wraps forever.
Even if Diana never left home, she lived in a modern era.
She would go online with her phone, so it would be impossible to keep things from her.
Kathleen fell silent.
What should I do? Should I continue this stalemate with Samuel?
Grumble!
Kathleen’s stomach growled without warning, startling Wynnie.
Kathleen felt a little awkward. She hadn’t eaten anything the whole day.
“Samuel, this bastard! Did he not even buy you a meal?” Wynnie was fuming.
All of his attention is on that mistress even though his wife is in the hospital. He isn’t even aware that she’s hungry here! No wonder Kathleen is adamant about filing for divorce.
“Wynnie, I can just buy myself bread later on.” Kathleen wanted to quell Wynnie’s anger.
Wynnie stared at her knowingly. “Hold on for a moment.”
After that, Wynnie reached for her phone to dial a number. “Hello, are you still at work? Prepare a meal and send it to the hospital. My daughter-in-law is hospitalized. Yeah. I need something tasty and nutritious.”
Wynnie turned to look at Kathleen after hanging up. “I ordered a lavish meal from Mila. She’ll be here in a moment.”
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