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Elizabeth Garret watched as Juliette bolted out of the room so fast, the last thing she saw was her dark hair flying behind her.

Unfortunatley, the oldest lady in the house was having a seizure and Elizabeth could understand how that could be a cue for an emergency.

However, what she couldn’t understand for the life of her was why everyone else seemed to be still sitting there, completely useless and speechless, looking like fools.

It was probably the annoyance that danced on the tip of her nose that she quickly snapped, unable to help herself. “Shouldn’t you be calling a doctor or something?”

The man of the house—the uncle of the girl they were here to see—falters, blinking rapidly. “Yes, yes. That’s exactly what I should be doing.”

Thankfully, he found a little curtsy to grab a phone and call someone, probably for a doctor or ambulance.

Afraid they are ruining their impression in front of the older woman, Isabelle tries to smooth things over. “That doesn’t happen normally. I take very good care of my mother-in-law. She’s just very old, and ever sick.”

“Then why are you still here?” Elizabeth grunted instantly.

Isabella’s eyes widen. She stutters like her husband. “I…actually…this…you…you are right. I…I should be going. You please sit. I’ll go and see.”

After Isabella runs off to God knows where, Elizabeth rolls her eyes, huffing out unhappily. “These people are idiots.”

“It sure looks like, Madam.” The butler standing behind her mumbles just as quietly.

“Maybe we should leave,” the young man sitting on the sofa across from her says casually. He shrugs, his handsome face one for amusement. “This is a waste of time anyway. I don’t know why we are even wasting our time with this family. They stand nowhere near our status.”

“Shut up, Charles.,” Elizabeth glared. “You’re not here to pass judgments. Just do your damn job and look pretty.”

Charles rolled his eyes. “Well, no one’s here to look pretty for. So I guess I’ll be taking a small break. If you don’t mind, Grandmom, of course.”

Elizabeth didn’t have time for his nonsense. “Just leave.”

Charles didn’t need any more encouragement. He stood up, nodded at the older man standing, and left, already whistling his way out.

“I can’t believe I have to choose between him and James.”

The older man finally spoke. “I don’t understand, madam. Why are we still here? The family is facing a family emergency and it seems like it’s going to take time for them to attend to us again.”

“I know, Allistair,” Elizabeth said, as her eyes lingered in the direction Juliette had disappeared into. “I can’t stop thinking about the look on that girl’s face when she heard about her grandma.”

“What did you see, Madam. If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Something that cannot be explained, Allistair.”

Allistair didn’t have any more questions to follow up on. He simply nodded.

Elizabeth knew what she needed to do next. She stood up. “I want to see what’s happening inside.”

Old Allistair was quick to come around and stand next to her. “That might seem impolite, madam. Don’t you think?”

“I know. But I won’t be able to make a good decision until I see this for myself.”

Allistair had no other choice but to agree. He always agreed with the old madam.

Elizabeth left the hall and walked down the hallway, she remembered Juliette and that servant rushing to. She finally came across a door that seemed to wide open and peeked inside.

What she saw, stunned her to the bones.

Juliette seemed to be working on a needle while two of the maids held down the old woman lying on the bed. Her old body seemed to be jerking uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back. It seemed like she was seconds away from parting with her soul and having a meeting with the god.

But that same look on Juliette’s face had sharpened. All doubts, confusion, and unsureness seemed to have vanished from her face, replaced with something that could only be called iron will.

She pricked the syringe and then ran a hand through her grandma’s head.

“It’s okay, Grandma. You’re going to be okay. Just hold on. Just hold on, please.”

Then, she injected the woman’s arm with that needle and pulled out, tossing it into the dustbin.

The sick woman started to calm down, her eyes rolling back to normal. She struggled to breathe, and Juliette didn’t waste time pulling the oxygen mask over her mouth.

“It’s okay, Grandma. Just breathe. Slowly. Yes. Like that. You’re doing so great. So so great.

Elizabeth didn’t know why, but she had a smile on her face. An expression she had long forgotten.

Juliette grabbed the napkin from the table and wiped what looked like vomit from her grandma’s clothes. Then she grabbed some more napkins and wiped the old woman’s face, her mouth, her hands, and even her fingers. Then she tossed everything into the bin and pulled the sheet over her grandma, who seemed more relaxed than before.

When Juliette started to leave, her grandma held her hand, as if urging her to not leave.

Elizabeth watched everything happening without saying a word.

Juliette smiled and sat back on the bed, raking her fingers gently through her grandma.

“Why don’t you just let me go?” The ill woman spoke, after pulling the oxygen mask for a second, smiling gently.

Juliette put the mask back on, kissing the woman’s forehead. “Because it’s not your time yet, Grandma. It’s not your time.”