The person sent an audio recording to Kathleen.
She clicked into it.
“Samuel, you’re the best. I like you so much.”
“Nicolette, I love you too. You’re so alluring.”
“Samuel, I want to stay together with you forever. I want to be your legitimate wife and have your children.”
“I want to be with you too. I’ll make Kathleen donate her bone marrow to you. I’ve already had it arranged. Don’t worry.”
“Samuel, try harder. Give me more pleasure.”
“Sure. I’ll satisfy you.”
Thud!
The phone in Kathleen’s hand fell to the floor.
Her face was pale, and her whole body was trembling.
He said everything had been arranged. Does he really plan to force his way through? How can they be so shameless and still think about my bone marrow while making out? How can Samuel be such a jerk?
Kathleen could not believe he was the man she had loved for the past ten years.
Devoting her heart to the wrong person, she had never felt this disgusted.
She calmed herself down and picked up the phone again.
She sent a message to the other party: Who are you?
However, that person already blocked her.
The sole purpose of the sender was to make her listen to the audio recording.
The sender probably did that out of a good intention to inform her of the affair between Samuel and Nicolette.
Or perhaps, that person was Nicolette, showing off to Kathleen.
Regardless of who that person was, Kathleen was disgusted.
Since the sender already blocked her, she would not add that person’s contact too.
She saved the audio recording so that she could use it as evidence in the future.
The next day, Kathleen headed downstairs to eat after she woke up.
Looking at her, Wynnie asked, “Samuel wasn’t home last night, was he?”
Kathleen nodded.
“This kid.” Wynnie was displeased.
“I suppose it’s because of all the work in the company. Besides, the Macari residence is a little far from the company, so he stayed in the condominium,” Kathleen explained.
Wynnie looked at her with an ambiguous gaze.
How long is she going to cover up for Samuel?
“I’ll give him a call later,” said Wynnie.
Kathleen hesitated before replying, “Mom, forget it. He’s really busy recently. It’s time to do the quarterly report again. He won’t maunder in the hospital even if he’s free.”
Samuel was always busy at the end of every quarter.
Kathleen was aware of it, and she had figured out his pattern.
The busier he got, the more intense he made out with her.
Fully refreshed, he would then go to work.
Unfortunately, the person he wanted to make out with had now changed to Nicolette instead of her.
She should probably be thankful to Nicolette, as she was no longer the outlet for him to vent his emotions.
Wynnie pondered for a moment and fell silent.
Did Kathleen think that I was not going to make the phone call after what she said?
Wynnie went straight to the hospital instead.
She walked into Nicolette’s ward.
As expected, Samuel was in there.
Nicolette was acting coquettishly. “Samuel, feed me.”
“Don’t you have hands?” Wynnie crossed her arms. “Might as well chop your hands off if they’re useless.”
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