Kevin passing out was the last thing anyone expected.

Amelia rushed over, panic flooding her as she and the butler struggled to keep Kevin upright.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, wake up!"

The butler's jaw was clenched so tight his temple bulged. "He's out cold."

Now both of the most important people in the house were unconscious, and everything at the Lane Estate was spiraling out of control.

Amelia forced herself to breathe, pushing down her fear. She told the butler to get the drivers, fast. Two cars screeched out of the driveway, heading straight to the nearest private hospital with Kevin and Dennis in tow.

She jumped into the car with Dennis, shoving the "suicide note" and the pill bottle deep into her pocket.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Amelia felt frozen. Her breathing was shallow, her heart hammering like crazy. She kept glancing at the clock, counting every minute. Ten had already gone by. The hospital was maybe twenty minutes away at most. If they could just make it in time, Dennis would have a chance.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans, brow furrowed. But then her mind snapped to Kevin.

He'd collapsed from the shock. He was old, with a long list of health issues. Hospital trips were almost routine for him by now. The doctors had always warned that he had to stay calm, avoid anything too stressful.

She never thought Dennis trying to take his own life would hit Kevin this hard. She never imagined he'd just drop like that.

What if the shock was too much? What if he never woke up?

Amelia's chest tightened. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She was scared for Dennis, but the guilt and worry for her grandfather were just as crushing. Her thoughts were a mess, tangled and frantic.

She shut her eyes and leaned her head back, desperate for even a second of peace.

The drive felt endless. She kept wishing she could just blink and be at the hospital already.

When they finally arrived, she was out of the car in a flash, following the doctors and nurses as they rushed Kevin and Dennis inside.

Both were taken straight to the emergency room. Outside, Amelia waited with Ethan the Butler, and couple of maids. The hallway felt cold and empty.

Amelia stared at the swinging ER doors, hands clamped together so tightly her knuckles hurt. Sweat soaked her palms.

Ethan moved closer, resting his hand on her shoulder in silent support.

She blinked, slow and heavy. "What do we do?" she whispered. "I didn't think Grandpa would faint. I never thought it would go this far..."

Ethan squeezed her shoulder. "I know. I get it."

Amelia's voice shook. "What if... what if they can't save him? What if he doesn't come back?"

Ethan gently pulled her toward a quieter spot, away from the others. She stared down at her fingers twisting them over and over What now? What do I do?"

If Grandpa died because of this...

It would be the end. Worse than the end.

Ethan took her by the shoulders, grounding her. "He's going to be okay. Grandpa's tough. He's been taking care of himself all these years working out, eating right He's not going anywhere. And thisplace has some of the best doctors.

They'll do everything they can."

Amelia bit her lip, swiping at the tears in her eyes. “I'm just scared. What if we lose them both?"

"We won't," Ethan said, steady and sure. "We won't."