Chapter 2 - The Paramedics Stabilize Evelyn While Celeste Plays The Victim
The two Greenwich paramedics moved with urgent, calculated precision around the antique four-poster bed where Evelyn Vale fought for every breath.
Reese, the lead paramedic, adjusted the portable oxygen mask over Evelyn’s ashen face while her partner checked the emergency heart monitor.
“Her oxygen saturation is climbing back up to ninety-one percent, but she’s still experiencing severe respiratory trauma,” Reese announced firmly.
Adrian Vale stood frozen by the doorway, his broad shoulders tense as his gaze shifted between his struggling mother and his sobbing fiancée.
Celeste Arden pressed her palms against her eyes, letting out theatrical, shuddering breaths that echoed loudly through the high-ceilinged bedroom.
“I was only trying to adjust her pillows because she said she couldn't breathe,” Celeste whimpered, weaving her false narrative effortlessly.
“Then this woman—this housekeeper—burst into the room and violently shoved me into the writing desk,” Celeste cried out dramatically.
Naomi Carter stood silently near the French doors, her arms folded across her crisp white uniform blouse with absolute, unshakeable composure.
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She did not raise her voice to defend herself, knowing that frantic denials would only play straight into Celeste’s manipulation trap.
Instead, Naomi watched the way Celeste’s fingers occasionally stopped trembling whenever she thought Adrian wasn't looking directly at her face.
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