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All Too Late novel Chapter 164

“What do you mean?” Kathleen frowned.

“I’ll persuade my parents to have another child while they are still young,” Samuel answered faintly.

She was rendered speechless.

“If I can only live for another five years as you’ve said, I feel relaxed instead,” he continued, gazing at her.

“Why?” She was startled by his words.

“Because that means I can only pester you for another five years.” He hung his head. “You must be elated that you can get rid of me completely five years later, huh?”

“You are simply unreasonable, Samuel Macari!” Kathleen stood up angrily. “I only left because you were the one who broke my heart in the first place!”

“So you can’t bear to lose me, can you?” Samuel cast her an unfathomable look.

She was at a loss for words.

The man stared into her clear eyes, asking, “Can you?”

“Talking to you is really exhausting, Samuel. It’s full of traps.” She took a deep breath before replying, “No matter how much I hate you, I’ll never wish for the worst for you because Old Mrs. Macari and the others will be heartbroken. That’s all.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“I’d be sad if you die, but not particularly sad,” she continued coldly. “Everyone has to go through the process of aging and death. It’s only a matter of time. I won’t grieve for your death because you’re just an insignificant person in my life. How deep my love was for you before is equivalent to how unimportant you are to me right now.”

“If only I had died in the past,” he said self-deprecatingly.

The woman took a deep breath. “Since you do not require my prescription, I will not force you either.”

Having said that, she began to pack her belongings.

“Kate, I’m going to miss you if I die,” Samuel uttered in a hoarse voice.

Kathleen paused momentarily before continuing her actions.

“Prescribe the medication for me, then. I’ll do as you say and take it regularly.” He grabbed her wrist, but she immediately shook it off.

The man held it again, repeating the cycle several times.

Finally, Kathleen was infuriated and bellowed, “What exactly do you want, Samuel Macari!”

Samuel cast a look at her soft and delicate face that was tinged with rage. “I want to stay alive so that I can keep seeing you.”

Speechless, she shook off his hand and left quickly without a backward glance.

When she stepped out of the ward, she coincidentally bumped into Tyson.

The latter was stunned when he saw her. “Ms. Johnson, are you here to visit Mr. Macari?”

“I’m not here to visit that son of a b*tch!” Kathleen strode away in a huff.

Did they fight again? Tyson was confused.

After taking a few steps forward, the woman turned around and called out to him.

She handed him a piece of paper. “This is a prescription. Get the medication from the pharmacy and ask him to take it.”

With that, she turned to leave.

Bewildered, Tyson held the prescription in his hands with a slight frown.

When Kathleen reached home, Charles was still wide awake.

“You’re back?” He looked at her.

She walked over and sat down. “Mm. Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“How can I sleep in peace when you aren’t home? So, how is he?”

She knitted her brows. “Nothing major. It’s just that his internal organs seem weak for some unknown reason.”

“Are you worried about him?” Charles kept mum about the secret.

Kathleen raised her head in exasperation. “He is Old Mrs. Macari’s only grandson. If anything happens to him, how can she go on living without him? The same goes for his parents. I may not have feelings for Samuel anymore, but I can’t simply sit by and watch him suffer for the sake of Old Mrs. Macari and the others. Stop making guesses, Charles.”

He gazed at her intently. “Won’t you feel upset if Samuel has a girlfriend?”

“No.” She shook her head. “Instead, I’ll wish him the best for finally leaving the past behind.”

Charles thought his sister might be sincere this time.

“Anyway, I can accept anyone as long as it isn’t Nicolette.” Kathleen stood up leisurely. “I don’t want to wait any longer, Charles.”

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