The Unwanted Perfect Husband

Chapter 4

The atmosphere grew even more heated.

Several relatives began muttering insults, saying Thaddeus was only trying to get attention, that he was shameless, and that he always chose the worst possible moments to cause trouble.

Thaddeus fell silent for a moment. He knew that if he insisted now, they would never believe him. They would only hate him even more.

He took a deep breath and then said quietly, “Fine. I won't force you. But at least let me keep him in a position that will keep his airway open until the ambulance arrives.”

They still looked at him suspiciously, but eventually gave reluctant nods because they had no other choice.

Thaddeus turned his attention back to Gerald. His fingers remained steady against Gerald's jaw and neck.

The ambulance still hadn't arrived.

The atmosphere in the dining room became even more chaotic.

Some relatives were scrambling to find the correct emergency number, while others stood around Gerald's limp body on the floor.

Eden crouched down beside him, his face pale. “His breathing is getting weaker. Call the ambulance again!”

Thaddeus remained kneeling in the same position. One hand supported Gerald's jaw to keep his tongue from falling backward, while the other checked the pulse in his neck. It was still there, but extremely weak and irregular. Gerald's lips had already turned blue, and his shallow breaths were becoming weaker.

“Don't move him around,” Thaddeus said quietly when one of the men tried to lift Gerald by the shoulders. “If the obstruction shifts deeper, it could completely block his airway.”

“You always think you know everything!” the man snapped. “You've been saying this and that the whole time! It's all nonsense!”

Thaddeus didn't answer. He simply shifted his knees slightly to stabilize his position. Then, with a quick and precise movement, he turned Gerald onto his side.

Some mucus and saliva that had collected in Gerald's mouth escaped from the corner of his lips. His breathing was still extremely weak, but at least he was still breathing.

“Where is the ambulance?!” Noura shouted in frustration. “It's been more than ten minutes!”

One of the relatives who had made the call answered in a trembling voice, “They said there's heavy traffic on the main road. They estimate another fifteen to twenty minutes.”

Twenty minutes?! Gerald could die if they waited that long. For someone whose airway was almost completely blocked, twenty minutes was dangerously long.

“Why don't we take him to the nearest hospital in one of your cars?” Thaddeus suggested. In his opinion, it was a much better option than waiting for the ambulance.

However, they only exchanged glances.

Out of the twenty relatives there, only two had brought cars. The rest had come together on a bus.

“Uh, I don't have enough gas,” one of the men who owned a car said.

“My car is also having some problems,” the other man added. “I'm worried it might cause even more trouble if something happens on the way.”

Thaddeus slowly shook his head. He had already known how stingy the Kincaid family could be, but he never imagined they would be this unwilling to help one of their own relatives.

Thaddeus looked at Gerald's increasingly pale face. He understood the danger they were facing. If Gerald didn't receive enough oxygen soon, brain damage could begin.

“Okay, then. I can cook a simple herbal using the ingredients in the kitchen. Something that could stimulate his breathing and help stabilize his heartbeat while we wait for the ambulance.”

Every head immediately turned toward him.

Noura's eyes widened.

“Didn't you hear what we just said?! Gerald is dying, and you're still thinking about cooking?!”

“Mother-in-law, this isn't ordinary cooking,” Thaddeus replied. “I know the right combination of herbs and the proper temperature. It could help open his airway and provide mild stimulation.”