Chapter 237 That Bad
“I don’t have any wealth to my name.” Samuel then continued softly, “I gave all my shares to you.”
Kathleen’s brows twisted into a tight frown upon hearing that. “Right. Speaking of which, contact Tyson and have him transfer those shares back to you. The hefty portion of shares I currently have is giving me so much anxiety.”
However, Samuel wasn’t planning on taking his shares back. “They were always meant to be yours.”
“That won’t do. I’ve got no use for all those shares and monetary assets. I also plan to return the Yoeger family shares to my brother. The only shares I’ll keep are those from the Schott family,” Kathleen explained.
Not a word came from Samuel.
“Listen to me, Samuel. All three companies will suffer a great deal should anything bad happen to me since I currently own a majority of their shares,” said Kathleen, her features contorting into a stern expression.
Yet, Samuel continued to refuse her wish. “Consider it my compensation to you.”
That caused Kathleen’s frown to deepen as she retorted, “I’m not short of money. Besides, I don’t even need the shares.”
“Whether or not you’re in need of money isn’t something to do with me,” replied a stubborn Samuel. After all, the shares were the last thing that allowed him to remain in Kathleen’s life.
A sigh came from Kathleen as she helplessly suggested, “Well, you don’t have to give it all to me. How about this? I’ll accept five percent of the shares. After all, it’s not wise if you don’t own any of your company’s shares.”
Samuel indifferently responded, “I still have twenty-one percent of shares under my name that I bought over from the other shareholders.”
Silence befell them as Kathleen was at a loss for words.
“I’ll do my best to run the company so you can live a happy life. Don’t worry.” Samuel raised his hand and rested it on Kathleen’s head reassuringly.
“I’m not worried,” Kathleen stated in an exasperated tone.
It was then that Samuel changed the subject by hoarsely saying, “I’m a little tired now. Can you wake me later?”
Upon seeing Kathleen’s nod, he closed his eyes to rest.
Kathleen watched him from the side, not uttering a word as she focused on the scar that slashed across Samuel’s body.
Her heart inexplicably clenched with sorrow at that instant.
It was not long before fifteen minutes flew by, and she took out the silver needles.
However, she did not wake Samuel but pulled the blanket over his body, allowing him to continue resting.
She then laid down on the massive bed inside the room and fell into a deep slumber.
The next day, a series of knocks sounded from outside the room, startling Kathleen from her sleep.
Oh no! The makeup artist has arrived, but Samuel’s still here!
She leaned over to look at Samuel but was shocked at the empty space beside her.
Even his clothes that hung off to the side last night had vanished.
Did he leave?
Despite being perplexed, Kathleen went to open the door for the makeup artist to enter.
Once the latter came in, she greeted Kathleen, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Kathleen nodded before adding, “Could you give me a moment? I haven’t washed up for the day.”
“Oh, sure.” The makeup artist flashed an understanding smile.
Following that, Kathleen hurriedly went to wash her face and brush her teeth for the day.
When she returned from the washroom, she saw the makeup artist chuckling. “Gosh, you’ve got quite the hardworking assistant, huh? She’s already delivered breakfast for you despite it being so early in the day.”
Huh? Breakfast?
Kathleen looked over at the desk nearby.
Indeed, there was a breakfast set waiting there for her.
That can’t be Valerie’s doing. If it were, she would’ve woken me up long ago. It has to be Samuel.
Kathleen sat down and took a sip of the coffee included in the breakfast.
It was still piping hot, which meant Samuel must have left not long ago.
Still, Kathleen could not fathom why he did not say anything before leaving.
Meanwhile, Charles arrived at the Lewis residence with a gift for Vivian.
It was the scarf that she previously visited him to ask for.
That day, there seemed to be a trace of warmth on Vivian’s expression.
“Charles, look! This is the new dress they got me. Is it pretty?” she excitedly asked while hopping around since she was no longer tied up.
Seeing the way she behaved, Charles’ heart began to ache.
He soon retracted his gaze and handed her scarf over. “Here. This was what you previously asked me for.”
“Thanks!” Vivian seemed utterly delighted.
She took the scarf and wanted to look into a mirror, but there was none in the room.
That was because she had previously broken the mirror and nearly harmed herself with one of its shards. Thus, the mirror had been removed.
A tinge of displeasure showed on Vivian’s face at once.
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