Silvia could feel the air thinning around her. Her breathing was becoming harder. She started to pant heavily with a pallid face. Cold sweat dripped down her forehead. Her chest was heaving with each gasp for air.
Just as Anne, the driver, hung up the phone, she turned to see Silvia in such a terrifying state. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Miss Silvia, you don’t look good. Are you feeling unwell?”
Silvia shook her head. “I’m fine. Just drive. I don’t want to stay here any longer. It’s too noisy.”
Looking outside at the swarm of reporters, Anne hesitated, “I’m afraid we can’t leave now, Miss. I’ve told the hospital security about the situation, so we need to wait for a bit.”
Silvia felt her headache unbearable. She curled up in the back seat, closing her eyes in discomfort. She didn’t know how long she had been in the car. When it finally stopped, she had already fallen asleep.
Russel had received a call early from Anne stating that Silvia wasn’t doing well. He dropped his work to rush over. Upon opening the car door, he found her soaked in sweat. Her hair was plastered to her face, which was now totally pale.
“What happened?”
Anne shook her head. “I don’t know. She was fine when she got in the car, but then after a while, she just collapsed. Those reporters were relentless, and it took me quite an effort to get rid of them. That’s why we couldn’t get to the hospital.”
Russel immediately dialed up a private doctor and opened the car door to carry Silvia out. The moment he touched her, Silvia suddenly opened her eyes. She seemed startled and swatted Russel’s hand away, growling, “Don’t touch me.”
Russel paused, gently patting Silvia’s back. “It’s safe here. No reporters. No one to gossip behind your back. Don’t be afraid. Just rest well.”
Hearing this, Silvia slowly closed her eyes. Her body was slackening as she slumped back into unconsciousness.
Russel’s face changed slightly. He carried Silvia into the nearby house, laying her down on a bed.
A while later, a man carrying a medical bag walked in. Russel’s face lit up in relief. “Donny, please check on Silvia. I don’t understand why she fainted so suddenly.”
The man nodded and began a thorough examination of Silvia. His face remained serious throughout. After about half an hour, he finally stopped.
“What’s the matter, Donny? Is it serious?” Russel asked, concerned.
“Is there any history of hereditary diseases in your family?”
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