Chapter 11

Before long, Emmett was on the operating table, every second a battle between life and death. Outside, the Reid family fell apart, their cries turning into frantic, angry shouts. Ambrose stood quietly beside me, one arm wrapped around my shoulders. The Reids threatened that if Emmett didn't pull through, we'd pay dearly alongside him. For a moment, I was stunned. It wasn't until John and Patricia arrived that the tension started to lift. Jolene recognized the Talericos. Though fury lingered within her, it was ultimately powerless. After all, the Talerico family had firmly established itself as an unshakable presence. Ambrose bent closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "You don't blame me, do you?" My mind was a complete blur as I shook my head. This time, I was sure he had heard me. Suddenly, the doctor burst out of the operating room. "We managed to stabilize the patient, but he's still in a coma. Now, it's all up to fate." The Reid family's brief moment of relief quick