Talented Heiress A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 871

The steady beeping of the heart monitor slowed to a faint, dreadful flatline.

"Her heart has stopped," one of the doctors muttered, his voice filled with resignation. Another sighed heavily as he shook his head. "She's gone. We've done everything we could. President Locke, please accept our condolences."

Jordan was clutching Evelynn's hand with a grief-stricken expression when the door was thrown open with a sharp bang.

"Who said she's beyond saving?" A cold, commanding voice cut through the silence.

Yvette strode in, her expression sharp despite the exhaustion evident in her tired eyes. Her lips were pressed into a firm line, and she carried herself with an unyielding determination.

"Ms. Murray!" Jordan's despair gave way to hope as his eyes filled with relief. He rushed toward her, his voice trembling. "You're here—thank God. Did you… did you succeed? Is the antidote ready? Evelynn doesn't have much time…"

"It's ready," Yvette said. Her voice was calm but carried a weight of urgency. Without another word, she moved swiftly to Evelynn's bedside.

The other doctors froze, their disbelief evident. One of them managed to stammer, "S-She actually finished the antidote? In just one hour?"

Stunned silence filled the room. Yvette was already renowned for her skills, but this was beyond anything they'd thought possible. Even the most celebrated medical experts couldn't have achieved what she just had.

"Great!" Jordan quickly helped Yvette prop Evelynn up, his hands trembling as he moved. Yvette wasted no time, carefully injecting the antidote into Evelynn's frail arm.

At first, the room held its breath as nothing seemed to happen. But then Evelynn stirred, her lashes fluttering open. Her gaze was weak and lucid.

"She's waking up!" Jordan exclaimed, his voice breaking with relief. "Ms. Murray, you did it. You saved her again—"