Dr. Evans didn’t waste a single second. He immediately pulled out a portable diagnostic kit, his professional demeanor instantly calming the chaotic energy in the room.
"Mr. Vance, please step back and give her some space," Dr. Evans directed as he gently took my wrist to check my pulse.
Damien hesitated, his jaw clenched tightly. For a man used to controlling entire corporate empires, being forced to step aside was clearly agonizing. He stood at the foot of the leather sofa, his chest heaving under his white dress shirt, his eyes locked onto my face like a hawk.
"Her pulse is rapid, and her skin is clammy," Dr. Evans murmured, opening a small vial. "Chloe, I’m going to administer a quick blood-panel test. It will give us a full metabolic reading in less than two minutes."
I nodded wea
