The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 The Unwanted Savior

The man supporting the old lady on the bed looked up when he saw Yunice. Surprise flashed across his face–followed immediately by a frown.

Vimnice was equally shocked to find Wyatt here.

But she quickly turned her attention to the woman lying in bed.

An elderly lady, likely pushing seventy, was convulsing uncontrollalily. Her eyes had rolled upward, dazed and unfocused.

What made Yunice frown even more was that Wyatt had his wrist pressed to the old woman’s mouth–already bitten so hard it had left deep marks.

Wyatt’s expression was grim. He glanced at Yunice once before snapping at the maids, “Where the hell is the doctor

The maid who had led Yunter in stammered, “She’s the doctor!

Wyatt shot Yunice a cold glare, his anger only rising. “Her? A doctor? Don’t be ridiculous!”

Yunior flinched at his scolding, startled. For a second, the genuinely questioned whether this was the same man who had gently applied medicated oil to her bruises just days ago.

The old woman looked as though she might stop breathing at any moment. Wyatt, unable to trust the maids, pulled out his phone and angrily called Mengchu, demanding he find the best specialist immediately.

Hanging up, he turned and tried to lift the old woman in his arms to take her to the hospital.

It wasn’t until his knees nearly buckled that he remembered- He was crippled.

Without his cane, he couldn’t move freely, let alone carry someone unconscious.

His face was drained of color. He could almost hear the sound of his pride being crushed.

As the woman continued to convulse, Wyatt lowered his head, shame darkening his expression. He was useless. Completely useless.

But just as he sank into that thought, someone suddenly shoved him aside.

He had no support to brace himself, and the push sent him tumbling awkwardly onto the carpet.

The two maids froze, staring at him in terrified silence.

Wyatt’s eyes widened, glaring furiously at the “little white rabbit” who had knocked him over.

But Yunice wasn’t even looking at him.

Her brows were furrowed in concentration. She quickly turned the elderly woman onto her side, swept her mouth for obstructions, and gently supported her chin so her neck could extend naturally.

The old lady kept convulsing. Foam and saliva spilled from her mouth. She looked moments away from death.

Yunice, calm and focused, said evenly, “She’s seizing. You cannot let her airway get blocked”

She glanced at Wyatt. “Letting her bite your arm like that is dangerous. She could easily choke on the secretions and suffocate. That could kill her in minutes.

Wyatt’s anger began to fade as he listened.

Yunice asked, “How long has she been seizing?”

“I don’t know. She was already convulsing when I got here,” Wyatt replied.

The maid checked the time. “Mr. Wyall arrived at least eight minutes ago.”

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Chapter 32 The Unwanted Savior

That meant she’d been seizing for at least eight minutes.

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Yunice’s expression grew serious. “That explains it. Regular seizures last around five minutes. This was likely a febrile seizure triggered by a persistent high fever.”

Wyatt struggled to his feet, voice strained with panic. “Is that all you know how to do–talk theory?”

Do something!

“You can’t force a seizure to stop. You have to let it run its course.” Yunice replied.

“And if it doesn’t stop-

Before he could finish, the old woman suddenly fell still.

But just seconds later, her hands shot up to clutch her throat. She gasped, mouth wide open, throat rattling with a choking sound like an old bellows–as though something invisible were trying to strangle her.

Wyatt and the two maids froze, completely overwhelmed.

Only Yunice acted.

She calmly pulled a long cotton swab from her shoulder bag, soaked it in aromatic oil, then bent down and guided it carefully down the old woman’s throat,

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