Divorce Anxiety 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.”

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

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“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.”

Kathleen paused and eventually nodded.

She had to calm him down. She couldn’t let Luna or Lauren find out.

“How nice,” Logan said enviously. “He has a savior, while I have no one.”

“Your parents,” Kathleen suggested.

“Them?” Logan chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Grandma gave them a lot of money to stay out of this. They don’t care whether I live or die. I’m nothing but a tool.”

Kathleen replied solemnly, “I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”

Logan stared at her.

“If you want to tell on me, go ahead.” Kathleen turned around. She waited for him to respond.

“Wait,” Logan called out to her. “I won’t tell anyone. I’m just really envious of him.”

She shot him a glance. “Thank you.”

“Are you his mother?” he asked meaningfully.

Slowly, she nodded.

“He has a good mother,” Logan said, lying back down. He stared at the ceiling and wiped away his tears.

Kathleen pursed her lips and walked away from the door. “If, hypothetically, someone’s after your grandma, how do you feel about that?”

Logan froze.

Kathleen knew that was exactly how he would react. Luna might be evil, but to Logan, she still had a good side.

Kathleen strode off, leaving Logan in a state of perplexity.

When she got back to Fiona’s room, she sent Samuel a message: We take action tomorrow. They are planning to kill Eil.

Samuel texted back: I’m right outside. Text me anytime if anything happens.

Kathleen was dumbstruck.

Outside? Has he been following me?

Kathleen approached the windows and looked out, but she wouldn’t see any cars or people.

She sat back down and texted Samuel: Tonight, I plan to—

Before she could finish typing, she heard a scream coming from outside.