Without Morwenna's intervention, the doctors had already begun their desperate attempts at resuscitation. Despite his broken ribs, they persisted with CPR. Morwenna was pinned to the ground, her eyes wide with fury and despair. Her eyes were red and swollen as if she might cry tears of blood. She struggled and cried out, “Grandpa Norbert, can we just let go? Please, I’ll let you go, I won’t beg you to stay anymore…”
The medical team hesitated, their movements faltering. To them, a patient in such a grave condition hardly warranted such aggressive resuscitation. Why subject someone so close to death to such immense pain? However, as the doctors paused, Phineas barked with venom, “Keep going, shock him! Do whatever it takes, we have to bring him back!”
Morwenna watched as the defibrillator jolted Norbert's frail body repeatedly. He shook with each shock, like a dry leaf caught in the wind. “No…” Morwenna screamed, her voice filled with agony. Her fingers were raw from clawing at the ground, desperately trying to crawl forward. Yet, the security guards held her firmly in place, her struggles futile.
Pain seemed irrelevant to Morwenna as she continued her desperate attempt to reach Norbert. Phineas, his voice dripping with malice, taunted her, “I thought you didn’t care? Weren’t you the brave one? Don’t worry, no matter how painful this is, I’ll make sure Norbert survives!”
“Phineas! There’s such a thing as divine justice. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?” Morwenna’s voice was a piercing cry of despair.
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