The lively chatter of the party came to an abrupt halt as cries of panic spread through the crowd.
“Oh my God!” Someone said with a loud gasp.
Isabella’s heart dropped when she saw her son lying motionless on the ground, his small chest barely rising and falling.
“James!” Isabella’s voice trembled as she rushed toward him.
Guests parted to make way for her, their expressions showing concern.
Ethan, who had been standing quietly on the sidelines, immediately stepped forward.
His sharp eyes took in the scene with the calmness of someone who had faced countless life-or-death situations.
Isabella knelt beside her son, her hands shaking as she cradled his face.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Someone help him!”
Ethan crouched down beside her, placing a hand on her shoulde
