"I don’t know! I don't know what happened!"
Serena Ashford’s voice was a ragged, high-pitched wail that echoed through the clinical halls of Riverbend General Hospital. She was no longer the poised, ice-cold executive of Ashford Industries; she was a mother falling apart at the seams. Her eyes were wide with terror as she watched the flashing red numbers on the heart monitor. "Please, Director Hartwell, you have to save her! You have to save my daughter!"
In her panic, she saw Derek Faulkner reaching out toward the bed. His fingers were poised, his vital energy subtly vibrating as he prepared to strike a specific pressure point on Lemon Faulkner’s neck to stabilize her energy channels. To Derek, the situation was clear: the modern chemicals were clashing with the girl's underlying consti
