Chapter 8 - Rushing Clara To Boston’s Premier Medical Center
The wail of private ambulance sirens cut through the midnight stillness of the Massachusetts highway.
Inside the sterile mobile medical unit, advanced intravenous drips were hooked up to Clara’s frail arms to combat severe dehydration.
Julian sat on the bench beside her stretcher, never letting go of her hand as heart monitors beeped in a steady rhythm.
“Her vitals are stabilizing, Mr. Bennett, but she’s suffered months of extreme malnourishment and psychological trauma,” the lead medic reported.
“Give her whatever she needs—spare no expense from my personal holdings,” Julian ordered without a moment of hesitation.
By 2:00 a.m., the ambulance rushed through the secure gates of Massachusetts General Hospital’s private executive wing.
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Specialized physicians and nutritional experts stood waiting at the emergency bay, ready to receive the billionaire’s wife.
As Clara was wheeled swiftly into a private intensive care suite, Julian turned his attention back to the war waiting outside.
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