Chapter Five: The Last Warning
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“No pulse!”
The doctor’s voice cut through the room like a knife.
“Prepare the defibrillator!”
Everything happened at once.
Nurses rushed to the bedside.
Medical equipment clattered across the polished floor.
Someone pulled Amelia away from the bed, but she refused to let go of her grandfather’s hand.
“Miss Carter, please!”
“We need room!”
She stumbled backward as two nurses stepped between them.
The room that had once felt so large suddenly became suffocating.
Relatives crowded the doorway, each wearing a different expression.
Some looked frightened.
Others…
Curious.
Amelia noticed them.
No one moved toward the bed except Ethan.
The rest simply watched.
As if they were waiting for something.
Or someone.
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
The doors slammed shut.
Only the doctors remained inside.
Amelia stood frozen in the hallway.
Her breathing was uneven.
She replayed her grandfather’s final words over and over.
They’re listening.
Who?
Listening to what?
Had he meant the family?
The staff?
Or someone else entirely?
The bedroom door muffled the frantic voices inside.
“Charge to two hundred.”
“Clear!”
The sharp electronic whine made Amelia flinch.
Her hands trembled.
She hadn’t even had the chance to tell him she was sorry.
“You should sit.”
Ethan’s calm voice pulled her back.
She shook her head.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve been through enough for one night.”
“I’m fine.”
It came out firmer this time.
Not because it was true.
But because she couldn’t afford to fall apart here.
Not in front of people who were already judging her.
Ethan studied her for a moment before nodding.
“I’ll stay.”
She gave him a grateful smile.
Before either of them could speak again, Aunt Vivian strode down the hallway, the click of her heels echoing against the marble floor.
Her perfectly styled hair hadn’t moved despite the chaos.
“Well,” she said coolly, “this couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”
Ethan stared at her in disbelief.
“Our grandfather is fighting for his life.”
“And?”
Vivian folded her arms.
“That doesn’t change the fact that the board meeting is in two days.”
Amelia blinked.
“The board?”
Vivian turned to her.
“Oh, no one told you?”
A faint smile tugged at her lips.
“The Carter Group doesn’t stop because one man gets sick.”
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“Enough.”
“No.”
Vivian stepped closer to Amelia.
“You walked away three years ago.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“You don’t get to come back now and pretend you’re still part of this family.”
The hallway fell silent.
Amelia met her aunt’s gaze without anger.
“I didn’t come here for money.”
Vivian laughed softly.
“They all say that.”
“I came because my grandfather called me.”
“Convenient.”
Before Amelia could respond, another voice interrupted.
“She’s telling the truth.”
Everyone turned.
Mr. Harris stood at the end of the hallway.
His face was unusually stern.
“I was present when the Chairman instructed Mr. Lawson to bring Miss Amelia home.”
Vivian’s expression darkened.
“You should remember your place.”
“My place,” Mr. Harris replied respectfully, “is to follow the Chairman’s orders.”
For the first time since arriving, Amelia realized something important.
Not everyone in this house feared the Carter name.
Some remained loyal to the man who had built it.
An hour later, the doctors finally emerged.
Every conversation stopped.
The lead physician removed his glasses and looked around the hallway.
“The Chairman is stable.”
A collective sigh of relief swept through the family.
“But…”
The doctor hesitated.
“…his heart is severely weakened.”
“Can we see him?” Ethan asked.
“Only one person.”
Every relative spoke at once.
“I should go.”
“No, I’m the eldest.”
“I’m his daughter.”
The hallway erupted into argument.
The doctor raised a hand.
“The patient already made his decision.”
Silence.
“He asked for Miss Amelia Carter.”
The words landed like a stone in still water.
Every face turned toward her.
Some in disbelief.
Others with barely concealed resentment.
Vivian’s smile vanished completely.
Amelia herself looked stunned.
“Me?”
The doctor nodded.
“Only you.”
Inside the room, the machines beeped steadily.
Her grandfather looked smaller than she remembered.
Older.
Frailer.
Yet when he saw her, his eyes sharpened with surprising clarity.
He motioned weakly for her to come closer.
Amelia took his hand.
“I’m here.”
For a long moment, he simply looked at her.
Then, with a tired smile, he whispered,
“You still have your mother’s eyes.”
Tears filled Amelia’s own.
“I thought you hated me.”
A faint chuckle escaped him.
“I was angry.”
He paused to catch his breath.
“But never enough to stop loving you.”
Amelia lowered her head.
Three years of pride, pain, and silence dissolved in that single sentence.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“So am I.”
The room grew quiet.
Finally, he looked toward the closed door.
“Listen carefully.”
She leaned closer.
“What I’m about to tell you…”
His voice was barely audible.
“…cannot leave this room.”
She nodded.
He reached beneath his pillow with trembling fingers.
From beneath it, he pulled out an old brass key attached to a faded blue ribbon.
It was worn with age.
As though it had been passed through many hands.
He pressed it into Amelia’s palm.
“This belonged to your father.”
Her breath caught.
“I thought all of his things were destroyed.”
“So did everyone else.”
He closed her fingers around the key.
“There’s a room beneath the east wing of this house.”
“A room?”
“No one knows it exists.”
His breathing became labored.
“Inside… you’ll find the truth about your parents.”
Amelia stared at the key in her hand.
It felt heavier than metal should.
“But you must promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Trust no one.”
He looked directly into her eyes.
“Not even…”
Before he could finish,
The bedroom door creaked open.
Neither of them had heard it.
A shadow stretched across the floor.
Someone had entered the room.
And they had heard enough.
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