All Too Late novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201 You Will Be Fine

Samuel hummed in response. His handsome face was very pale.

“It seems that someone mixed poison into your infusion.” Kathleen furrowed her brows and continued, “I think you should ask Tyson to take a look. Don’t just—”

Samuel suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed in Kathleen’s direction.

Kathleen held him, only to realize that his body was feverish to the touch.

“Wakeup!” Kathleensaidurgently,“Samuel!”

Samuel put up a strong front and replied, “Tyson is out running errands for me. I came alone.”

Kathleen pursed her lips.

“Just leave me here. As long as no one sees me being so weak, it’ll be fine,” said Samuel in a hoarse voice.

“Leave you here?” Kathleen sounded incredulous. “Then what they will find tomorrow is your corpse, bleeding out from seven different orifices.”

Samuel said nothing in response.

In his mind, he noted that Kathleen’s body was quite soft. Leaning against her was comforting.

If I just close my eyes, it’ll be fine. At least I’d die in her embrace.

Kathleen really couldn’t support Samuel, who was about a hundred and eighty-eight centimeters tall.

She dragged Samuel out and lowered him onto a couch.

However, she soon noticed that she did not have a phone on her.

Kathleen walked over to Samuel and felt about his pockets. Fortunately, he still had his.

“Don’t call my father. He’d panic and turn the world upside down,” Samuel slurred as he drifted in and out of consciousness.

Kathleen knew what he was worried about.

After all, which parents do not worry about their children?

Letting Calvin know would plunge the Macari family into chaos, and the news would only spread even faster.

Kathleen nodded in agreement.

As she mulled over whom to contact, she realized that she only memorized one person’s phone number and promptly dialed it.

“Samuel, what is the meaning of this?” Charles said in a low voice. “Why are you calling me?”

“Sam, it’s me.” Kathleen was unable to explain the situation.

Charles frowned. “Kate!”

What’s going on? Didn’t she attend the banquet with Caleb? Why would she use Samuel’s phone to call me?

“Can you come pick me up?” asked Kathleen.

“What’s wrong?” Charles suddenly went on high alert. “Did something happen?”

“You’ll know when you get here, but you cannot raise an alarm,” Kathleen urged.

“Okay.” Charles agreed.

Ten minutes later, Charles arrived.

Kathleen immediately dragged him inside.

Charles was speechless when he saw Samuel lying there.

“Let me guess. This meeting was somehow fated?” asked Charles with an arched brow.

“Stop asking me questions. I need you to help me find a way to get Samuel out. He was poisoned and must be treated as soon as possible,” Kathleen said.

“All right. Just move him out, then,” said Charles faintly.

“If I could do that on my own, why would I need to call you?” Kathleen hissed.

“True.” Charles pursed his lips and thought for a bit before speaking again. “I’ll pretend that we’ve both had too much to drink and take him outside.”

Kathleen’s mouth twitched slightly. “For the love of god, have some sense. Anyone can share a drink, but the two of you? What if someone sees you? And if you’ve had too much to drink together, what would people think?”

“They will think that I have accepted Samuel, so you and Samuel are definitely going to remarry,” Charles said quietly.

“Exactly.” Kathleen pursed her lips. “Think harder.”

“I’ll use the back entrance then,” Charles said coldly. “I’m familiar with this place, so no one will see me.”

“Okay,” murmured Kathleen.

Charles helped Samuel up and asked, “Are we taking him to the hospital?”

Kathleen looked at Samuel’s pale face. “No, take him to our house.”

Charles said nothing.

“Just get him outside. I’ll notify Caleb before leaving.” Having said that, Kathleen turned around and left.

“Go to the bathroom,” said Kathleen.

Charles then promptly brought Samuel there as instructed.

In the bathroom, Kathleen took off Samuel’s jacket and suit first.

“I’ll handle this,” said Charles to Kathleen. “You should prepare the other stuff.”

Kathleen nodded, turned around, and left.

Charles closed the door, took off Samuel’s clothes, and put him in the bathtub.

Soon, Kathleen returned with silver needles.

Her coat had been removed, and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail.

Holding the silver needles, she stuck them into several important acupoints.

She then picked up his right hand, pricked the index finger, and squeezed hard.

A black blood trail flowed down his fingertips to the ground.

Charles was surprised. “He was poisoned?”

Kathleen nodded. “Somebody put poison in his infusion.”

“How sinister.” Charles was shocked.

“I don’t know who it is.” Kathleen frowned. She raised her hand and brushed away Samuel’s ruffled hair.

Charles looked at Kathleen pointedly. “Do you still love him?”

Kathleen’s fingertips trembled, but she didn’t answer.

Charles sighed. “Why is it so difficult for you to let him go? Hasn’t he hurt you enough? Sure, he seems repentant now, but what if he encounters another woman in the future and he still treats you like this? What then?”

“I never said I wanted to be with him again,” said Kathleen helplessly. “Go and mind the tinctures I’m brewing in the kitchen, please.”

Charles was speechless.

“Go on,” said Kathleen urgently.

“Fine.” Charles got up and left.

Kathleen breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Samuel’s pale yet handsome face and said in a hoarse voice, “Samuel, you’re going to be okay.”