All Too Late

Samuel picked up the call from Nicolette. There was a gentle look on his face. Samuel was

also gentle to her, but that was only because he saw her as another woman. That was

what broke Kathleen’s heart the most. Not once had he seen her for who she was. Instead,

she was just a replacement. Kathleen hated herself for resembling Nicolette so much

sometimes. They weren’t even related, but they looked almost identical. “Don’t cry. I’ll

come over right now,” Samuel assured tenderly. Hanging up, he turned to Kathleen and

said, “I’ll get Tyson to take you to the hospital later.” “You still don’t trust me, do you?”

Kathleen grumbled in a daze. “Yeah, I don’t,” he admitted heartlessly. Kathleen pursed her

lips, an impenetrable look in her eyes. “Okay.” “Just hurry up and tell Grandma,” Samuel

said indifferently. “She hasn’t been feeling well lately. Are you sure you want me to tell her

now?” Kathleen stared at his cold, handsome face. “Yes. Nicolette can’t wait any longer.”

Nicolette can’t wait any longer? Does that mean he doesn’t care about Grandma’s life and

death? I guess true love is enough to make him throw his whole family aside. Kathleen

knew she had lost, but she had not expected herself to lose so thoroughly. “Fine,” she

conceded with a weak nod. “But no matter how much of a rush you’re in, you have to give

me at least three days.” “Sure. I hope you won’t let me down.” “Why would I?” There was

a heart-wrenching smile on her face as she said that. “When have I ever let you down, be

it in our three years of marriage, or as your wife?” Her words caused Samuel to freeze. It

was the truth. Having been married to him for three years, she had never disappointed

him in any way. She had done well in every aspect and carried things out flawlessly,

especially in bed. Kathleen had always given in to him and had tried to satisfy him in

every way. That was the only thing he felt reluctant to give up on. “Good, then.” Samuel

turned around and stepped into the walk-in closet to change his clothes. Wrapped in the

blanket, Kathleen was lost in thought. Is this the end? Even though she was upset, she

knew that it wasn’t up to her. After Samuel left, she got out of bed as well. She went to

wash up, then put on a pretty dress in preparation to go see Diana. However, the moment

she left, she bumped into Tyson Hackney. Kathleen had her arms crossed as she looked at

him with displeasure. “What?” Tyson was confused. Mrs. Macari is certainly an enigma.

She acts like a cute, innocent little rabbit in front of Mr. Macari, but in front of me, she’s

like a hostile version of Hello Kitty. “Mr. Macari wants me to take you for a checkup,” Tyson

said. “Hmph!” Kathleen was visibly annoyed. “I can’t believe how little trust you have in

me.” Tyson didn’t know how to reply to that. “Take me to Goodwill Hospital,” Kathleen said

specifically. It was the number one private hospital in Jadeborough that was equipped with

the best medical equipment and the most qualified doctors in the country. Seeing that

there was an unfathomable look in Tyson’s eyes, Kathleen asked frostily, “What is it? Too

expensive for you?” “N-No.” Tyson didn’t know how to explain. “Please get in, Mrs.

Macari.” Kathleen stepped outside, completely bare-faced, but she still looked stunning.

After she got in the car, all she did was stare out the window. She had chosen Goodwill

Hospital not because she wanted to act superior, but because her parents had worked

there as doctors and she was born there. Everyone working there, from the director to the

nurses, all knew who she was. They all treated her as if she was part of their family. On top

of that, they would undoubtedly agree to help her if she ever asked for it. A long while

later, Tyson piped up, “We’re here, Mrs. Macari.” Kathleen came back to her senses and

realized they had arrived at the entrance of the hospital. She pushed the car door open

and stepped out. Tyson followed her from behind. He wanted to say something but

eventually held his tongue. When they got to the entrance of the obstetrics and

gynecology department, Kathleen turned around. “Stop right there, Mr. Hackney. Men

aren’t allowed to go in.” The moment Tyson saw the sign on the door, a wave of

embarrassment washed over him. “Understood.” Truthfully speaking, Mr. Macari should

have been the one to come here with her. She’s his wife, after all. What’s the point of me

going with her? Kathleen turned and walked in. “Ms. Williams,” she greeted the doctor.

Quinn Williams was dumbstruck at the sight of her. “It’s you, Kate! I thought it was just

someone with the same name as you when I saw the papers earlier.” “Yeah, it’s me,”

Kathleen uttered while taking a seat. “So you’re here to check whether you’re pregnant or

not?” Quinn asked in surprise. Kathleen nodded. “I think I am pregnant, Ms. Williams. Can

you help me hide it, though?” “Why?” Quinn looked stunned. “I might be getting a divorce,

Ms. Williams. I want to keep the child, but my husband will never allow it. That’s why I

really hope you can help me out, Ms. Williams,” Kathleen begged. “How could you mess

around like that, Kate?” Quinn was both angry and heartbroken. “Do you have any idea

how hard it is to be a single mother?” Kathleen hung her head. “I know, Ms. Williams, but I

have money. I can still raise this child.” “This has nothing to do with money,” Quinn

protested. “Who on earth is your husband? When you told me you were getting married, I

kept asking you about it, but you refused to say. Tell me who your husband is right now. Is

he treating you like this because your parents aren’t around anymore?” “I think it’s better

if you don’t know, Ms. Williams.” It was impossible to decipher any emotion from

Kathleen’s pale, delicate face. “I knew that all of this would happen when I married him.

Now that we’re getting a divorce, I have nothing to complain about. That’s why I want you

to help me out here, Ms. Williams. Once we’re divorced, I’ll leave this place with the child.”

It’s not like I can stay. Samuel will definitely find out. Quinn felt as if her heart was being

ripped in half. She’s suffering because she’s all alone and there’s no one to support her.

“Kate, if you really don’t have any other choice, you should try and plead with Old Mrs.

Macari. She sees you as her own granddaughter after all,” Quinn suggested, not knowing

what was going on behind the scenes. “Samuel treats you like his own sister, too, doesn’t

he? I’m sure he’ll deal with that husband of yours.” Kathleen averted her gaze. “This is the

only thing I can’t go to the Macari family for, Ms. Williams. Just help me out here, please?”

“All right.” Quinn frowned. “Lie down for now and let me have a look.” “Okay.” After the

checkup, Quinn pushed her glasses up and stated, “You’re already eight weeks in, but it

seems that you’re a little anemic because of your weak body. You should eat more

nutritious food.” “I was a premature baby, so my body’s always been a little weak. It’s how

I’ve always been,” Kathleen muttered glumly. “Does your husband not know about this?”

Quinn inquired in a serious tone. “He never asked, so I never brought it up,” Kathleen

answered in dejection. Even though Samuel had always been generous when it came to

providing her with daily necessities, he never had any questions regarding her health.

Instead, he would get Maria to take care of it. His only responsibility was to provide her

with money. Quinn let out a sigh, then passed Kathleen a report. “This is what you wanted.

I hope you can think things through, Kate.” Kathleen stared at the report in front of her.

Her lips quirked up. “What I want doesn’t matter. When it comes to my marriage, my

husband has the final say.” Just as she got up to leave, Quinn called out, “Kate, is your

husband—”