The bedroom door burst open, revealing Belinda standing in the hallway, her face pale and drawn.
"Marion, we need you," she said, her voice urgent. "Something's wrong with my daughter."
Marion froze, his gaze darting between Belinda and me. "What's wrong?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with concern.
Belinda shook her head, her expression grim.
"Aria… Aria… just collapsed right in her bedroom sir, and I don't know why."
Marion cursed, his hands balling into fists.
"Take me to her," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
But Belinda didn't stay to hear his last words and rushed out of the room.
As Marion stood frozen in the doorway, I felt a wave of panic wash over me. His face was pale and drawn, his expression a mix of fear and something I couldn't place my finger on.
"Marion, you need to focus on your health," I pleaded. "Aria will be fine, but we can't risk yours. What if the stress..."