Chapter 11
Don't Give Her a Battlefield
The wail of ambulance sirens cut through the evening. Paramedics in uniform flooded the hall, and the room exhaled in collective relief. No one spoke as they moved, they immediately checked Grandmother Halton's vitals.
"Good call on stabilizing her first. Her blood pressure's holding steady now," one paramedic remarked as they carefully transferred her to the gurney.
Mrs. Halton followed them out, her face tight. It was like a mix of panic and something else, maybe resentment, hidden beneath the face. The red lights of the ambulance swept across the marble floor as it pulled away, leaving the mansion in a gaping silence.
Inside, the remaining guests huddled in nervous clusters, their fancy dishes abandoned for hushed whispers.
In one corner, a whisper took shape.
"Did you see her? The girl, she just took control."
"She didn't panic. Just went straight to work. I think she saved the old woman."
But not all the murmurs were kind.
