Chapter 350

“Wait!” Debra tried to stop the bodyguard, but he vanished in a flash. She was at a loss. In his wheelchair, Andrew gasped for breath. Debra hurried over, asking anxiously, “What should I do now? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Just stand there.”

“Stand here?”

“Just stand there,” Andrew said weakly.

Debra knew that remaining still was probably best. But Andrew had helped her so many times; she couldn’t simply stand by while he suffered. Recalling how hospital nurses treated asthma attacks, she sprang into action.

“Wait here.”

“Ms. Frazier.” Andrew tried to stop her, but Debra was already gone.

Andrew coughed, his breath ragged. Debra rushed to the windows, throwing them open for fresh air. She then dashed to the bathroom, grabbed a warm towel, and hurried back.

“You have asthma, right? Take deep breaths.”

“Ms. Frazier…” Andrew tried to speak, but Debra wouldn’t let him. She used the warm towel to wipe Andrew’s hands, easing his muscles. She remembered that relaxation was crucial during an asthma attack.

“Deep breaths,” she repeated, her voice soothing yet firm. “Let’s at least stabilize you first.” The attack didn’t seem severe, but she needed his medication to be sure.

“Do you have any medication?”

“Ms. Frazier, you don’t have to…”

“Forget it. I’ll find it myself.” Andrew failed to stop her. The house was enormous, and the medicine cabinet wasn’t in the room.

She bumped into a maid. “Ms. Frazier, do you need something?”

“Where’s the medicine cabinet?”

“There are many medicines, Ms. Frazier. Which one do you need?”

“The one for asthma.”

“Asthma? I’m not sure, but all the medicine cabinets are in his bedroom, Ms. Frazier…”

“Where’s his bedroom?”

“In the far corner of the hallway, on the left.”

Debra sprinted down the hallway, her heart pounding. She hadn’t expected Andrew’s bedroom to be so far. Reaching the room, she pushed open the door and spotted the medicine cabinet under the coffee table.

The cabinet was filled with bottles and jars. She searched, her fingers trembling slightly. Finally, she found a bottle of asthma medication.

“Got it,” she murmured, clutching the bottle tightly. She rushed back to Andrew, placing the bottle before him.

Seeing her serious expression, Andrew nodded and said, “Water.”

“Okay,” Debra replied, quickly pouring a glass of water and handing it to Andrew, who took two pills.

“Feeling better?” she asked.

Andrew smiled weakly and didn’t answer. Just then, the bodyguard returned with a private doctor. The doctor immediately began examining Andrew.