All Too Late novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485 I Cannot Help You

Kathleen did not have to look back to know who that was.

She slowly turned around. “Old Mrs. Hoover asked me to check on him.”

“What can a five-year-old do?” Lauren snorted.

Kathleen said nothing.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” Lauren approached her. “You don’t sound right.”

“I fell ill. Sore throat.” Kathleen took two steps back. “Don’t come closer. You might get infected.”

“Let me see!” Lauren reached a hand out and squeezed Kathleen’s neck.

Kathleen frowned. “Ouch!”

Lauren let go. “Indeed, it’s sore.”

“I’m not lying,” Kathleen stated.

“Hmph!” Lauren said coldly. “Do you want me to prescribe some medicine for you?”

“No need. I’ve taken some,” Kathleen answered.

Lauren went on, “Allow me to remind you. Don’t be too nice to that kid. He’s going to die sooner or later.

With that said, she turned around and left.

A murderous intent flashed across Kathleen’s eyes.

You want to kill my son? Not if I kill you first!

She whipped around and opened the door.

Inside the room, Eilam looked at her warily.

He had overheard the conversation between Kathleen and Lauren.

However, he knew that Fiona always took good care of him.

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Eilam was in one piece.

“Are you hungry?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Briefly stunned, Eilam shook his head.

Kathleen spotted some traces of blood on his clothes.

When they removed the tracker, he must have strongly resisted.

Kathleen clenched her fists tightly. “If you are, tell me.”

Eilam slowly nodded.

“Okay.” Kathleen pursed her lips. “Don’t worry. Everything’s going to be fine.”

With that said, she stepped out.

Eilam frowned deeply.

Ms. Fiona’s acting really strange today.

Kathleen looked around her before she headed to the room on the opposite end of the corridor.

Fiona had told her that Luna’s beloved grandson, Logan, was staying there.

The kid might be innocent, but Luna had harmed for too many people because of him.

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

On the bed lay a boy around the same age as Zion.

His face was rather pale, completely drained of color.

Kathleen approached him and placed a hand on the boy’s wrist.

Fiona said that Logan had been unconscious for quite some time.

So, Kathleen wasn’t worried that she might wake him.

She frowned a bit when she checked his pulse.

This kid… He’s…

“Who… are you?” Out of the blue, Logan opened his eyes. “Ms. Fiona?”

He’s awake?

Kathleen froze for a moment. “I’m here to check on you.”

Logan grabbed her hand. “Ms. Fiona, can you please tell Grandma to stop the treatment? I feel so miserable. That lady’s weird. I don’t want her as my doctor.”

“Calm down.” Kathleen knitted her brows as she tried to coax him.