Oliver immediately reached for his phone. His fingers trembled as he dialed 911.
“Hello, we have a medical emergency. We need an ambulance immediately,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The operator asked for details, and Oliver provided them quickly.
As he spoke, Whitney, William, and Edward rushed into the room, drawn by the commotion.
“Oh my God, Dad!” Whitney shrieked, her hands covering her mouth.
“What’s happening?” William demanded, looking at Cassandra and Oliver for answers.
“It’s Dad,” Cassandra sobbed. “He has no pulse. We’re waiting for the paramedics.”
Rosa continued to hold Leonard’s hand, tears streaming down her face. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and guilt, though she tried to keep her composure.
In the ethereal plane, Leonard watched helplessly, his spirit torn between rage and sorrow. He glanced at Lantana, who stood beside him, a grim expression on his face.
