She dropped her suitcase and ran down the hallway.
When she burst into the nursery, Marcus was already there, frozen beside the crib.
The powerful billionaire was shaking.
Zion’s face was deep red, sweat soaked his hair, and his breathing came in short, desperate bursts.
“I don’t know what’s happening!” Marcus shouted. “I called an ambulance but they’re still minutes away!”
Emily didn’t see her boss.
She saw a child in danger.
She touched Zion’s burning forehead.
“There’s no time,” she said firmly. “If we wait, he’ll have a seizure.”
“How—how do you know that?” Marcus whispered.
“Because it happened to my brother,” she replied quietly. “And I lost him.”
Her eyes were steady now.
“I was studying pediatric nursing, sir. I know what to do. Give him to me.”
Without hesitation, Marcus placed his son in her arms.
Emily rushed to the bathroom and began working quickly—cool cloths under Zion’s arms and neck, lowering his temperature, carefully giving him drops of electrolyte solution.
Her hands were steady. Her voice soft.
Marcus watched from the doorway, silently crying as the humble housekeeper fought for his son’s life.
Minutes later, Zion’s breathing began to calm.
His skin slowly cooled.