CHAPTER 180

Helen's heart raced as she heard her sister's frantic plea. Without a moment's hesitation, she bolted upright from the sofa, her eyes wide with alarm. "No, not this time." She lamented, as her voice trembled with worry as she rushed towards the staircase.

Romeo followed closely behind, as his own concern mirrored that of Helen as they ascended the stairs in hurried strides.

With each step, the urgency of the situation weighed heavily upon them as the sound of their footsteps echoed in the tense silence of the house.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Helen's sister led them to their mother's room, the door standing slightly ajar.

With trembling hands, Helen pushed it open, revealing the sight of her mother lying on the bed, her body wracked with violent convulsions.

The scene before them was a blur of motion and sound, the air was filled with the sound of Helen's mother's labored breathing and the frantic murmurs of her brother and sister as they hovered anxiously around her bed