Chapter 7
It was Elizabeth! Esme hit the ground, and Alexander rushed to help her up. Elizabeth dropped to her knees, yanked off Landon’s tie, and tossed it aside. Esme shook her head at Alexander, then glared at Elizabeth. “Elizabeth, the Percy family might spoil you, but now’s not the time for your drama. If someone dies…”
Elizabeth’s eyes were ice-cold. “Shut up.”
Esme was stunned. Elizabeth’s fierce stare sent chills down her spine. Elizabeth turned to Alexander, who was still supporting Esme. “Mr. Tudor, control your fiancée.”
Alexander’s face hardened. This side of Elizabeth was new to him. “Elizabeth, Esme’s just worried about you. Don’t be so ungrateful!”
Elizabeth smirked. Worried about her? Or worried she’d save Landon and steal the spotlight?
“Elizabeth, seriously, don’t get involved,” Alexander warned, his brows furrowed.
Elizabeth offered a bitter smile. “You think I’m useless too, huh?”
His silence was answer enough. She sighed. “After all these years, you still don’t get me.”
Alexander’s face contorted with frustration. Elizabeth pulled out a pen. Everyone froze.
“What’s she doing?”
“The Percy family’s screw-up better not make things worse…”
As the murmurs grew, Elizabeth did something unexpected. She unscrewed the pen and quickly, cleanly, jammed it into Mr. Stewart’s neck.
Esme clutched Alexander’s arm, her eyes wide. Was she creating an emergency airway? Elizabeth was fearless! Time seemed to stop until Landon’s fingers twitched.
Just then, someone shouted from outside, “The ambulance is here!” Medics rushed in. Elizabeth finally exhaled, helping lift Landon onto the stretcher, briefing the doctors as they went.
“He has congenital heart disease. When he first collapsed, we gave him fast-acting heart medication. He woke up briefly, then slipped back into a coma.”
“I believe he has severe asthma, possibly a blocked airway. I improvised an emergency airway.”
The crowd retorted, “Mr. Stewart doesn’t have asthma! You sound pretentious; are you even a real doctor?”
“If she’s legitimate, I’ll get on my knees and apologize!”
All eyes, burning with curiosity, were on Elizabeth. She smirked, a spark of excitement in her eyes. This bet sounded like fun.
Just then, a frantic voice cut through the tension, “My dad does have severe asthma!” Everyone turned to see Joseph Stewart, Landon’s son, rushing in.
Elizabeth felt a sharp pain in her palm and looked down; she’d cut herself with the pen in her haste.
“My dad does have asthma. We never told anyone because it’s not exactly something to advertise,” Joseph explained.
After a quick examination, the doctor hushed the crowd. “You were right. Your quick thinking and actions were perfect! You bought us crucial time. Without you, he might have…”
The hall fell silent. Wait, could this so-called “useless” Elizabeth actually possess real skills?
Alexander wasn’t entirely surprised. Elizabeth had always been interested in medicine; she’d devoured countless medical books and even published several SCI papers. Her medical expertise was genuine. But somehow, as her husband, he’d begun to see her as insignificant, just like everyone else. Reflecting on Elizabeth’s earlier words, Alexander felt a pang of shame.
Elizabeth turned, swaying slightly, and took a shaky step back. She had low blood sugar and hadn’t slept properly in days. Alexander frowned, sensing she was about to faint, and instinctively moved forward. Suddenly, someone supported her waist.
Elizabeth looked up to see Joseph holding her, his voice gentle. “Ms. Percy, are you alright?”
Elizabeth glanced at Alexander. Whatever Esme had said had prompted him to immediately scoop her up and leave. Elizabeth looked away, disappointment washing over her, her heart aching as if stabbed.
“I’m fine,” Elizabeth murmured.
Joseph produced a business card and handed it to her. “Thank you for saving my father. Here’s my card. The Stewart family will ensure you are properly thanked!”
“Mr. Stewart, there’s no need for such formality. Get to the hospital first,” Elizabeth replied calmly.
Joseph nodded and left. Elizabeth glanced at the uneasy crowd. She casually grabbed a disinfectant wipe to clean her wound. “So, who said they’d kneel and apologize to me?”
The people who were about to leave froze. The room fell silent, and a man in his thirties was pushed forward. Elizabeth eyed him and uttered a single word: “Kneel!”