Mia stood waiting, her face etched with anxiety. She rushed toward Isabella the moment she saw her. "You're here! Mrs. Vance is still in her bedroom." Without waiting for a response, Isabella hurried inside.

Eleanor lay on the bed, her skin deathly pale, her breathing shallow. "Grandma!" Isabella cried out, rushing to the bedside. Her hands trembled as she grasped Eleanor's.

Ethan immediately dialed for an ambulance. "Help is on the way. We need to carefully move your grandmother from the bed," he instructed calmly.

Together, Isabella and Mia gently lifted Eleanor and carried her downstairs. Ethan went ahead to ensure the security team had cleared a path for the paramedics.

The ambulance arrived quickly. Medics efficiently transferred Eleanor onto a stretcher. Isabella stayed close, following their every move.

She turned to one of them. "How is she, doctor?"

"We need to run tests at the hospital to know more," the medic replied.

The ambulance then sped off into the night, sirens blaring.

Inside, Isabella held Eleanor's hand tightly, her heart pleading for a miracle. Ethan sat beside her, his calm demeanor masking his own concern. Back at the apartment, Mia remained by the door, wringing her hands nervously.

As the ambulance disappeared, she finally gathered herself to call Lucas. He answered on the second ring.

"Lucas, it's Mia. Something's happened..." Her voice choked with emotion.

"What's wrong? Is it Eleanor?" Lucas's voice was tense, laced with immediate worry.

"She fainted. A man and Isabella have taken her to the hospital," Mia managed to say, her voice shaking.

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Which hospital? I'm on my way," Lucas demanded, his own voice now unsteady.

Mia quickly gave him the name, her anxiety spiking. She wondered if calling him was the right thing. But he was Eleanor's intended grandson-in-law, Liam's father. He had a right to know.

The identity of the man with Isabella was a mystery. It felt unsafe for her to be with a stranger so late. After hanging up, Mia paced the living room, her heart racing.

At the hospital emergency entrance, the air was hushed. "Grandma..." Isabella whispered, her voice breaking.

Warm hands pulled her into a steady embrace. Ethan's presence was her anchor in the storm. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest, seeking comfort.

"It's going to be alright," he murmured, his hand gently stroking her back.

Isabella silently gripped his jacket, her knuckles white. Silent tears soaked into his shirt. In that moment, her world had narrowed to the fear of losing Eleanor. Ethan's strength was the only thing holding her together.