His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 93

Jonathan lay sprawled on the floor.

His face was ashen, features contorted in pain, sweat soaking his hair. He was barely conscious.

"Jonathan!"

Niamh rushed to his side, lifting him as best she could, but no matter how many times she called his name, he didn't respond.

She immediately dialed for an ambulance, but it was rush hour and the dispatcher said the soonest they could arrive would be in half an hour.

Not willing to waste a second, Niamh dragged Jonathan out of the office, just as Marina came around the corner.

At first, Marina's eyes widened with suspicion seeing Niamh holding Jonathan up, but she quickly realized something was seriously wrong.

"What happened to Jonathan?"

"He's having a stomach attack. The pain's bad."

"How could it get this bad all of a sudden?"

Niamh shot her a glare.

Of course, it was because Jonathan had gone out for spicy food with Marina. Otherwise, his stomach would never have gotten this bad.

Ignoring Marina, Niamh half-carried Jonathan down the hall toward the elevator—only to find a maintenance sign flashing. Out of service.

The executive office was on the very top floor of the building, with only a rooftop garden above. From the 71st to the 79th floor, there was just one elevator.

"What do we do now? Isn't the ambulance here yet?" Marina was practically pacing in panic.

Niamh turned to her. "Help me out. Get him onto my back—I'll carry him."

"You? Carry him? What good will that do?"

"If you don't want Jonathan in agony any longer, just do as I say!"

Chastened by Niamh's outburst, Marina helped maneuver Jonathan onto her back.

With Jonathan slumped over her shoulders, Niamh staggered toward the emergency stairwell.

Marina trailed behind, and as it dawned on her what Niamh intended, she gasped in disbelief.

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