retreated to their posts, leaving a thick cloud of tension behind. Isadora stood gua

e chaos. Elsworth sat opposite her, the space b

asked, his voice low. "That seizure

had long gone cold. She took a sip. "

om upstairs. It was Alfred's voice, filled

s! Mrs. Hall mov

stairs two at a time. Arely remained seated

cloudy and weak, but they were open. She looked at her gr

quick neurological check, testing pupil respons

d, his own eyes misty. He turned and s

uietly. "She's awake.

rge!" Isadora insisted, her voice shrill

written sheet of paper on it. It was a detailed pos

. "If you want her to live, get this

e paper, but Arely's

to his hysterical cousin. He made his choice. "A

s of rage and humiliation streaming down h

ently but firmly took her by the arms and le

was final

age of treatment?" Elsworth aske

fteen million. Now. The rest

and minutes later, Alfred returned wit

ros, and folded it into the pocket of her

rned t

ut. "Your name. Not your

ed back over her shoulder, a fl

t actress from Hollywood. The o

ss. The legendary surgeon who had just performed a medical miracle.

s. She walked out of the mansion, in

Money in hand. Now, th

ed a car for you, miss. It will take you wherever you need to go." She gave

nonymous email to a notorious gossip blogger. Attached was

hit

sing scenery, she whispered to he