Chapter 3 - Emergency Medical Team Rushes Injured Ethan Away
The front heavy oak doors burst open as private emergency medical technicians rushed into the grand foyer with a stretcher.
“Step aside, please! We received the automated estate medical distress call!” shouted the lead paramedic, kneeling beside us.
I clutched little Ethan tightly against my chest, refusing to let go until the paramedic gently placed a stabilizing splint on his arm.
“His arm is fractured near the elbow, ma’am,” the paramedic announced grimly, carefully lifting the sobbing toddler onto the stretcher.
“We need to transport him to Chicago Memorial Children’s Hospital immediately for emergency orthopedic surgery.”
Tears streamed down my face as I watched them wheel Ethan toward the ambulance waiting outside in the driveway.
Serena tried to step toward the exit, hoping to slip away in the confusion while all attention remained focused on the medical crew.
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“Not so fast, Serena,” Victor commanded, his hand shooting out to block her path like a solid wall of absolute authority.
“You are not leaving this estate until those security camera archives have been fully reviewed from start to finish.”
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