Chapter 93
His face was ashen, features contorted in pain, sweat soaking his hair. He was barely conscious.
‘Jonathan!”
Niamh rushed to his side, lifting him as best she could, but no matter how many times she called his name, he didn’t respond.
She immediately dialed for an ambulance, but it was rush hour and the dispatcher said the soonest they could arrive would be in half an hour.
Not willing to waste a second, Niamh dragged Jonathan out of the office, just as Marina came around the corner.
At first, Marina’s eyes widened with suspicion seeing Niamh holding Jonathan up, but she quickly realized something was seriously wrong.
“What happened to Jonathan?”
“He’s having a stomach attack. The pain’s bad.”
“How could it get this bad all of a sudden?”
Niamh shot her a glare.
Of course, it was because Jonathan had gone out for spicy food with Marina. *Otherwise, his stomach would never have gotten this bad.
Ignoring Marina, Niamh half–carried Jonathan down the hall toward the elevator–only to find a maintenance sign flashing. Out of service.
The executive office was on the very top floor of the building, with only a rooftop garden above. From the 71st to the 79th floor, there was just one elevator.
“What do we do now? Isn’t the ambulance here yet?” Marina was practically pacing in panic.
Niamh turned to her. “Help me out. Get him onto my back–I’ll carry him.”
“You? Carry him? What good will that do?”
“If you don’t want Jonathan in agony any longer, just do as I say!”
Chastened by Niamh’s outburst, Marina helped maneuver Jonathan onto her back.
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With Jonathan slumped over her shoulders, Niamh staggered toward the emergency stairwell.
Marina trailed behind, and as it dawned on her what Niamh intended, she gasped in disbelief.
“You’re joking, right? We’re on the 79th floor! Are you actually going to carry him down seventy–nine flights of stairs?!”
“I only need to get him down eight floors. There’s another elevator on 71.”
Niamh was already moving, her voice steady despite the strain.
Marina had no better ideas, so she followed, fretting with every step and warning Niamh to watch her footing–anything to keep Jonathan from taking another fall.
Niamh didn’t say a word.
She’d trained in kickboxing, but carrying a grown man down eight flights of stairs was pushing her to her limits.
By the time they reached the 71st floor, she could barely stand, let alone get Jonathan into the elevator.
“Let me take it from here,” Marina said, taking Jonathan from Niamh’s trembling arms and guiding him into the lift.
The elevator whisked them down to the ground floor, where, by sheer luck, the ambulance had just arrived.
The timing couldn’t have been closer.
Niamh’s legs buckled as soon as she staggered out, and she knelt on the marble floor for what felt like forever, earning a few strange looks from passing colleagues, who eyed her as if she’d lost her mind.
When she finally regained the strength to move, she hailed a cab to the hospital.
Sitting in the back seat, Niamh told herself she never should have come. Jonathan had Marina–he didn’t need her.
But logic lost out to worry. She just needed to see that Jonathan was safe, to know he was out of danger.
She arrived at the hospital, but before she could even find Jonathan, she ran into Marigold.
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“And you have the nerve to show your face here!”
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Marigold wasted no time, launching into a tirade.
“You’re a curse on this family. Ever since my son married you, nothing good has happened! The Thomas family gave you everything–comfort, privilege–and how do you repay us? Gallivanting around, threatening divorce, and now look what you’ve done! If anything happens to my son, I swear I’ll never let you live it down, Niamh!”
Marigold’s accusations echoed down the hospital corridor.
Niamh couldn’t help thinking she really shouldn’t have come.
“Jonathan’s doubled over in pain because he went out for spicy food with Marina. If anyone’s to blame, it’s her–not me. And if you really can’t stand me that much, maybe you should encourage your son to hurry up and divorce me. That way, whatever happens to your precious family, you can’t pin it on me anymore.”
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