Chapter 202 Not Getting Physical
After a while, Charles came in with the tincture and handed it to Kathleen. “Is it okay to not send him to the hospital?”
Kathleen took it from him. “Are you doubting my medical skills?”
Charles was embarrassed.
“You could bring him to a hospital, but they may not be able to treat him on time. They can’t think of possible diagnoses soon enough,” said Kathleen faintly.
Charles said nothing.
“Charles, help me,” said Kathleen brusquely. “Straighten his head, or I can’t feed him his medicine.”
Charles sighed, and he reluctantly helped Samuel up.
Kathleen placed the liquid near Samuel’s lips, coaxing him to drink.
However, Samuel did not respond.
“Just force it in,” said Charles heatedly.
Kathleen glared at him, then took a mouthful of medicine and kissed Samuel.
She did not falter or hesitate.
Charles was rendered speechless at this.
Did she just… offer herself up as a sacrifice or something?
After about three or four mouthfuls, Kathleen finished feeding Samuel the medicine.
She then took a towel and dabbed the corners of his mouth gently.
Kathleen glared at Charles. “Don’t you dare!”
Charles shrugged and grunted in response.
He was not about to say anything anyway.
Kathleen glanced at Samuel.
His face was not as pale as it had been at first.
She then decided to take his pulse again.
“How is he?” Charles was curious.
“The toxins have reduced, but it will take time to come to,” Kathleen said calmly. “He might need about a week.”
“That long?” Charles was surprised.
“Yeah.” Kathleen nodded.
At that moment, Samuel’s cell phone rang.
Kathleen picked it up and saw Tyson’s name flashing on the screen.
“Charles, keep an eye on him for me.”
Bringing the phone with her, she decided to take the call outside.
“Mr. Macari?” came Tyson’s hushed tone. “Where are you?”
“Tyson, it’s me,” murmured Kathleen.
Tyson was stunned. “Ms. Johnson? How did you—”
“Tyson, Samuel has been poisoned,” Kathleen said coldly. “Check and see if any of the hospital staff seems suspicious to you. I think someone tampered with his fluids.”
Tyson was furious. “Ms. Johnson, you mean to say that someone has deliberately harmed him?”
“Yes.” Kathleen nodded.
“These b*st*rds!” Tyson said angrily. “It must be those people!”
“Those people?” Kathleen frowned lightly. “What are you talking about?”
“Jacob Stewart. Jacob and his god-forsaken family.” Tyson explained, “This b*st*rd has always been jealous of Mr. Macari. He used to do things behind his back. This time, Mr. Macari won the bid for the construction of Flobury. I imagine he must’ve been pretty pissed and done this in retaliation.”
Jacob Stewart?
“Tyson, Samuel told me before he passed out that no one should know that he was poisoned,” Kathleen said quietly. “He’ll be staying with me for a week.”
Tyson was very excited.
A week? This is terrific news! But wait a moment…
“Ms. Johnson, Mr. Macari must attend the press conference for Flobury in three days,” said Tyson sheepishly. “There will be many important people at that time. This schedule has already been announced and cannot be changed.”
“What will be the consequences if he doesn’t show up?” queried Kathleen warily.
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