Jennifer was on her knees, her tears running freely as she shook Nathan Mills’ arm.His body was limp, his face pale, his chest barely moving. “Nathan! Nathan, wake up!” she screamed, panic clawing at her throat and tightening every word that left her mouth.Her wails echoed down the hospital corridor, sharp and uncontrollable, drawing attention like a siren in the quiet space. Within seconds, the door flung open.Helen, Nathan’s secretary, rushed in first, her face stiff with shock, her usual composed demeanor completely gone. Behind her came Marcel, his breath already uneven from running, his eyes scanning the room in alarm.“What happened?” Helen asked, bending quickly beside Nathan, her fingers moving to his wrist to check for a pulse, her movements careful but urgent.“He fainted! He’s not moving!” Jennifer sobbed, clutching Nathan’s hand tightly as though her grip alone could pull him back to consciousness.Marcel didn't waste a second. His voice came out firm, commanding, cut
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