When the slender medical instrument penetrated Barbara’s skin, the room collectively gasped as she visibly began to draw shallow breaths—undeniably alive!
Trinity gaped in astonishment, instinctively seizing Barbara’s wrist to reassess her vital signs.
“How… How can this be possible?” After verification, Trinity’s expression darkened considerably. “How is she still alive? I just conclusively determined she was deceased!”
The assembled crowd reacted with stunned disbelief, their whispered speculations filling the room.
“Is Barbara really still alive?”
“How could hospital physicians declare her dead, nearly resulting in premature burial? This is outrageous!”
“Didn’t Trinity similarly pronounce Barbara dead? What exactly transpired here?”
Jeff regarded Elliana with newfound admiration. “Elliana, I never anticipated your medical expertise would prove so extraordinary!”
Elliana cast a mischievous glance toward Trinity. “My medical knowledge is rudimentary at best. I merely absorbed fragments from my mother during childhood. It pales in comparison to Dr. Craig’s ‘mastery.'”
Her statement dripped with unmistakable derision, causing Trinity’s complexion to flush crimson with humiliation.
“Stand aside!” Eloisa forcefully shoved Trinity aside. “You charlatan pretending to be skilled. Keep your distance from my daughter!”
Trinity tumbled to the floor but dared not feign distress this time. She scrambled upright and retreated hastily.
Witnessing her daughter’s miraculous “revival,” Eloisa experienced overwhelming elation. She yearned to embrace Barbara but hesitated, fearing any contact might jeopardize Barbara’s precarious condition. Barbara appeared devastatingly fragile, as though the slightest pressure might shatter her.
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“Mrs. Evans, what course of action should we pursue now?” Charles inquired.
“Barbara has endured prolonged illness. Her organs have weakened considerably, and her medicinal absorption rate is diminished. She’ll likely remain unconscious for a while,” Elliana explained. She then carefully extracted the slender medical instrument before examining Barbara’s eyes. “Simply administer the remaining Venacure portion, and she’ll awaken naturally after sufficient rest.”
Eloisa nodded fervently. “Should we provide nourishment during her unconscious state?”
“Water alone will suffice,” Elliana replied. “Venacure contains highly concentrated nutritional elements, adequate to sustain Barbara throughout her sleep without additional nourishment.”
The Henderson family acknowledged her guidance with repeated nods.
“Mr. and Mrs. Henderson, Barbara requires absolute tranquility now. Please discontinue this confrontation at the Evans residence. Transport Barbara home for recovery, and I shall conduct a follow-up examination at your dwelling tomorrow. Would this arrangement be acceptable?” Elliana proposed.
Although Barbara had miraculously returned from death’s threshold, Jeff’s transgressions against the Henderson family remained irreparable. Gatlin and Eloisa harbored lingering resentment, yet their gratitude toward Elliana prevented any discourteous response.
“Agreed, we shall return Barbara home immediately for recuperation,” Gatlin conceded.
Eloisa addressed Ruben. “Mr. Evans, we sincerely apologize for today’s disruption.”
This marked Eloisa’s first civil communication with Ruben since the catastrophic incident involving Barbara and Charles.
Ruben responded with evident relief. “No apology necessary. The fault lies with my family. We will intensify our search for Milena to ensure Barbara’s full recovery.”
Eloisa said no more, simply directing that Barbara be transported home. Gatlin and their entourage subsequently departed, removing the ominous black wooden coffin from the Evans property.
Though Eloisa and Gatlin recognized the challenges in locating Milena and acknowledged Barbara might remain bedridden indefinitely, having confronted Barbara’s “death” recently, they dared not entertain extravagant hopes. Simply having Barbara alive and their family intact provided sufficient consolation.
The Evans family butler promptly instructed the household staff to restore order to the disheveled living room.
Following the tumultuous scene, tranquility gradually returned to the Evans household.
Ruben settled onto the sofa, his countenance severe as he scrutinized each family member. “You all witnessed today that this crisis found resolution exclusively…”
Through Elliana’s intervention, Ruben’s voice cut through the room with authority. “Anyone who demonstrates disrespect toward her henceforth will face severe repercussions!”
No one ventured to speak. They collectively lowered their gazes in submission. Irene silently wished for invisibility.
Trinity experienced particular discomfort. Though not officially part of the Evans family, shielding her from Ruben’s direct censure, his penetrating gaze communicated unmistakable displeasure regarding her earlier treatment of Elliana.
“Grandfather, my previous actions stemmed solely from overzealous concern for resolving our family’s predicament. I harbored no intentional disrespect toward Elliana,” Trinity proclaimed tearfully, before regarding Elliana with calculated vulnerability. “Elliana, offer my sincere apologies. Please forgive my blunders despite my attempts to assist.”
Elliana merely cast an indifferent glance in her direction, deliberately withholding any response.
Trinity mirrored Paige precisely—ruthlessly undermining others one moment and then tearfully apologizing when circumstances shifted unfavorably, projecting herself as the victimized party.
Elliana mentally cursed when Cole abruptly burst into the living room. Every head swiveled toward him, wondering what caused his delay. Elliana raised her gaze, and instantly, her eyes widened with astonishment. What extraordinary ordeal had Cole endured overnight to emerge in such a shocking condition?
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