Chapter 380

Rosalind was about to chase after Everett.

Julian grabbed her wrist roughly. "Where do you think you're going? You're staying right here!"

She wrenched her arm free. "You don't own me!"

Without hesitation, she sprinted after Everett while Julian cursed under his breath.

Rosalind followed Everett to a small clinic. Margaret lay unconscious on a narrow hospital bed.

Lillian stood weeping beside her mother, face drained of color. Their elderly neighbor Beatrice was attempting to comfort the distraught girl.

"Lillian!" Everett called out as he arrived.

"Everett!" The fragile girl collapsed into her brother's arms, sobs wracking her small frame. "Please help Mom! She won't wake up no matter what we do..."

Everett stroked his sister's back before turning to their motionless mother. "Mom!"

No response came.

Beatrice spoke up urgently, "Everett, you must transfer her to a proper hospital immediately. The doctor said she needs comprehensive tests. But there's a bed shortage and we don't know which specialist to see. What should we do?"

The elderly woman sighed heavily. She knew the Sinclair siblings had shouldered their family burdens alone since their father's passing. Tragedy always seemed to find those least equipped to bear it.

Before Everett could respond, Rosalind arrived breathlessly. "I can help. I have connections at the city hospital. I'll arrange everything."

Lillian looked up through her tears. "Rosalind..."

Rosalind already had her phone out. "Don't worry, Lillian. I'm making the call now."

Everett's hand closed over her phone.

She met his gaze steadily. "This isn't about pride. One call solves everything."

After a tense moment, Everett released her phone.

Rosalind dialed quickly. "Father? I need your help."

Hanging up, she turned to Everett. "It's done. They're sending a team."

Within minutes, medical personnel in crisp white coats arrived. They transferred Margaret to a stretcher with practiced efficiency.

The lead doctor nodded at Rosalind. "Patient's vitals are stable. She's on oxygen support already. Dr. Theodore is prepped and waiting at Vitalis Health. Full diagnostics will begin immediately upon arrival."

Rosalind gave a tight nod. "Good."

She turned to the Sinclair siblings. "Let's all go to Vitalis together."

At the medical center, Margaret was whisked away for examination. Two hours later, she was settled in a private recovery suite, eyelids fluttering open.

The tense atmosphere dissolved instantly as Lillian rushed forward. "Mom!"

Margaret's vision cleared slowly. She reached weakly for her daughter's hand. "Sweetheart... I'm alright."

Everett clasped his mother's other hand. "What happened? Are you really okay?"

A faint smile touched Margaret's lips. "Just an old woman's weak constitution. Nothing to fret over."

Rosalind stepped forward. "Mrs. Sinclair, hello. I'm Rosalind Fairchild. We met before. Do you remember me?"

Recognition lit Margaret's face. How could she forget this poised, kind-hearted young woman? Exactly the sort of girl mothers hoped their sons would bring home.

Margaret's smile warmed. "Of course I remember you, Rosalind. Everett told me you hadn't visited in so long, I'd begun to worry."