All Too Late

Chapter 201

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. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“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.

Charles gave Samuel a sideways glance. “Do you know how much you owe my sister? You have hurt her so many times, but she still spares no effort to help you. Samuel Macari, you should really count your blessings.”

Unfortunately, Samuel did not answer. He seemed to have truly fainted.

Kathleen returned to the scene and noticed that Caleb was looking for her.

“Where did you run off to?” Caleb then gave her the once over. “Are you okay?”

Kathleen nodded her head. “Of course I’m okay. By the way, I really should get going.”

Caleb frowned. “What’s the rush? I still want to dance with you.”

“Another time,” said Kathleen.

“I’ll drop you off,” said Caleb in resignation. He was not going to force her to stay.

“No need.” Kathleen shook her head gently. “My brother is here to pick me up and he is waiting for me outside. I’ll just leave with him. You should stay and enjoy yourself. Goodbye.”

After saying that, Kathleen turned around and left.

She took her coat, put it on, and headed for the door.

Caleb looked at her retreating back quietly, his eyes somber.

She seems to be in a hurry. But since she doesn’t want me to know, I won’t ask. Hmm, I’m still curious though.

Kathleen walked out of the party.

Charles brought the car around with Kathleen sitting at the back.

The first thing she did when she got into the car was to check Samuel’s condition.

At the same time, she took out her mobile phone to call Maria, asking her to prepare for their arrival.

“Yes, I need you to fill a tub with hot water and put those herbs in,” urged Kathleen. “Turn the heating on and make sure the room is warm too.”

“Okay,” said Maria.

Kathleen hung up the phone and looked at Charles. “Charles, hurry.”

“We’re almost there.” Charles snorted.

Kathleen frowned, and she looked at Samuel worriedly.

They soon arrived at the Johnson residence.

Charles helped Kathleen get Samuel out and brought him into the villa.

The two of them then tried to help Samuel up the stairs.

“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.”