Chapter 37
Chapter 37:
As the crowd gathered around him, Esteban suddenly grew faint. His breath became shallow, and a tightness seized his chest.
Then, without warning, he clutched his chest, his body faltering under the strain. “Oh, no!” someone cried.
“Mr. Mitchell!” another voice shouted in panic.
“Someone get a doctor!” the room erupted.
The unexpected turn of events sent a wave of panic through the crowd.
No one had seen this coming—what was supposed to be a joyful celebration had suddenly shifted into a crisis.
The air, once filled with laughter and music, grew heavy with the weight of the situation.
It didn’t take long for the disturbance to catch the attention of everyone in the room.
Yelena, hearing the urgent call for a doctor, instinctively pushed her way through the throng, her movements swift and determined.
“Please, give him some space! Don’t crowd around Mr. Mitchell,” she called, her voice steady but firm.
Her expression was all business as she quickly checked Esteban’s pulse. His heart was pounding, no doubt from a mix of excitement and exhaustion, but his energy was dangerously low.
Panic shot through her as his pulse began to slow and his heartbeat grew weaker. Esteban was in grave danger.
There wasn’t a second to lose—Yelena knew she had to act fast. With steady hands, she unlatched a hidden clasp on her silver bracelet, revealing a slender medical needle. She was ready to step in and save him, no matter the odds. The crowd, wide-eyed, watched in disbelief.
“What’s she doing? Is she some kind of doctor p>
𝓛⍺𝕥𝒆𝕊𝓽 с𝒉αρ𝐭𝓮𝓇𝓈 gⲁⅼ𝓷𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝗌﹒с𝑜ｍ
“She looks like she’s still in high school—there’s no way she’s a doctor! Is she really going to treat Mr. Mitchell p>
“His life is hanging by a thread! This is no time for jokes!” Bella, unable to contain her frustration, shouted from the sidelines, “Yelena, are you out of your mind? You’re not a doctor! Step aside and let the professionals handle this p>
Amanda, equally frantic, yelled, “Yelena! This is madness! What if something happens to my grandfather? Are you prepared to take the blame p>
The crowd around her buzzed with doubt and concern, voices clashing as everyone tried to make sense of the situation. Donna stood at the edge of the chaos, her brow furrowed in worry, though she knew better than to doubt Yelena’s resolve. Their time together may have been brief, but Donna had seen enough to trust Yelena—she wasn’t… the type to act recklessly. But this was no ordinary situation. This was a matter of life and death.
Donna’s voice trembled with concern. “Yelena, we should probably wait for the doctor p>
Yelena, however, remained unfazed, her expression as cold and focused as steel. “He doesn’t have time to wait. His blood flow is blocked, and his heart is failing fast. He needs treatment right now, or we’ll lose him p>
The onlookers fell into stunned silence, eyes wide in disbelief at the gravity of Yelena’s words.
Everyone watched Yelena in shock, their expressions a mix of disbelief and concern. It was clear they thought she had lost her mind.