Chapter 557
“Ms. Morris, I went to Anne first. Please don’t take it out on her p>
“Stop! Don’t you dare call me that, you p>
Jonathan’s words were cut short by Nishay’s rasping voice. Before she could finish, she clutched her chest, her face contorting in pain as she staggered, bracing herself against the wall.
“Grandma! Grandma, what’s happening p>
Anneliese turned ghostly pale, fear rooting her to the spot for a heartbeat before she rushed forward.
But Jonathan moved quicker. He stepped forward, lifting the frail woman effortlessly into his arms, his voice calm but firm as he addressed the panicked Anneliese.
“Get the medication p>
Nishay’s eyelids squeezed tight, beads of cold sweat forming on her furrowed brow. Anneliese’s mind spun, the sudden terror knocking the air out of her lungs.
Jonathan’s command pulled her back. She clenched her jaw, forcing her trembling hands into Nishay’s pockets.
“No… Grandma didn’t bring her meds p>
Her voice quavered. Jonathan strode purposefully toward the elevator, and Anneliese hurried to keep pace, pressing the top-floor button repeatedly.
The elevator had already started moving, but she jabbed at the button relentlessly. Jonathan noticed her reddened fingertip and frowned slightly, his voice softening. “She’ll be fine. Remember the number I gave you? Call it now p>
The reminder sparked her memory. Jonathan had arranged an on-call doctor for emergencies, just in case.
She scrambled for her phone and dialed quickly. It connected immediately. A calm, professional middle-aged woman answered, clearly already aware of who was calling.
“Mrs. Fullbuster? Is your grandma having a problem p>
“My grandma is unwell and agitated. Can you p>
“I’m on my way p>
The doctor didn’t even wait for the explanation to finish.
The elevator doors opened at the top floor. Anneliese darted to unlock the door; Jonathan followed closely behind.
They entered one after another. Jonathan turned slightly toward Anneliese.
“Leave it open. The doctor will arrive any second p>
Hearing the commotion, Jessica had opened her door and saw Jonathan carrying Nishay. She gasped and hurried over.
“What happened p>
“Which room is Ms. Morris in?” Jonathan asked, his tone low and commanding.
Alert, Jessica pointed to the room next to hers. Anneliese had already rushed to the coffee table, searching for medication and filling a glass of water.
She barely had time to return with it when a middle-aged woman in, pajamas entered with a medical kit, followed by a younger assistant also in pajamas.
“She’s in the bedroom p>
Anneliese hadn’t expected the doctor to arrive so quickly; they must live in the same apartment as part of the arrangement.
Her panic eased slightly. She led the way, holding out the emergency pills.
“These are the medications Grandma usually takes p>
The doctor, Maisie Landis, nodded and quickly stepped into the room, the assistant trailing behind.
“Mrs. Fullbuster, I’ll handle this p>
Anneliese handed over the pills and glass of water, watching as Maisie entered the room.
Jonathan came out of the bedroom. Inside, Nishay lay motionless on the bed while Maisie examined her carefully.
She started to follow him in, but Jonathan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gently closing the door.
“It’s fine. Let her work p>
Anneliese pressed her lips together and nodded, gripping her hands until her palms were slick with sweat.
Jessica’s gaze flicked between Jonathan’s serious expression and Anneliese’s tear- streaked face. She wanted to ask, but held back.
Finally, she sighed, went to the living room, poured a warm cup of water, and handed it to Anneliese.
“Sit and wait,” she murmured.
Holding the cup, Anneliese felt the heat seep into her frozen limbs, easing some of the tension.
She shook her head at Jessica, then looked at Jonathan, who remained silent beside her.
“Does Grandma know you?” she asked, frowning.
Recalling the elevator, Nishay had seen them close, yet her demeanor had stayed calm.
After that moment p>
Nishay had only become agitated when she saw Jonathan’s face—or perhaps heard his name.
Their worlds were completely separate—there was no way Nishay could know Jonathan.
She instinctively pushed aside that
thought, though memories
lingered-those instances when Jonathan intentionally or not, had avoided meeting Nishay.