Chapter 187
Author: Youngblood
last update2025-10-20 07:02:37

Chloe’s scream tore through the house like an alarm bell.

“Mom! Mom, please—wake up!”

Her hands fumbled helplessly, trying to lift her mother’s head, but Margaret’s eyes were half-open, unfocused, her lips moving soundlessly as though she were trying to form words that wouldn’t come.

John’s voice broke through the panic. “Call an ambulance—now!”

Chloe’s shaking fingers barely obeyed her. She scrambled for her phone, the screen slick with sweat as she punched the emergency number.

“Yes—my mother collapsed! She’s not breathing properly! Please, we need help—”

The dispatcher’s calm voice guided her through what to do, but it all sounded far away, drowned beneath the thunder in her chest.

Minutes blurred into seconds. The sirens came, slicing through the night like a desperate prayer. Paramedics rushed in, voices crisp and practiced as they surrounded Margaret.

“BP dropping!”

“Get a line in—stat!”

Chloe stood frozen in the corner, her back pressed to the wall. Everything felt unreal—the
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