The mansion was already in motion when Camila Langley walked in.
Voices overlapped. Footsteps echoed sharply against marble. A stretcher was being pushed down the corridor, sheets pulled high, wheels rattling as two doctors were ushered out by security.
"Please, this way quickly."
Phones rang everywhere, on tables, in pockets, in clenched hands. One call ended, another began before the screen even dimmed.
"Has anyone contacted the hospital director yet?"
"Security, lock down the east wing."
"No staff leaves the property."
Servants stood in clusters along the walls, whispering behind trembling hands.
"I told you something was wrong…"
"He said not to disturb him…"
"God help us…"
Camila froze just outside the guest room.
"What is happening?" her voice cut through the noise again, sharp and controlled…
No one answered her immediately.
A security officer stepped forward, lowering his voice. "Ma'am, please, this isn't the time…"
