Open Marriage, Broken Promises: When Love Turns to Ashes novel Chapter 101

"Jackson!"

Realizing something was terribly wrong, I rushed forward to support him.

But I was too late. His eyes had already lost focus, and he lay motionless on the ground.

I pulled out my phone to call for an ambulance, but it was water-damaged from earlier and wouldn't turn on.

"Call an ambulance! My phone isn't working. Somebody, please call an ambulance!"

I looked around desperately, pleading for help.

Nobody responded.

Mike smirked coldly. "What does this have to do with us? You can take care of your own hired actor!"

I hadn't expected Mike to be so heartless, standing by as if nothing had happened.

His shamelessness had once again exceeded my expectations.

I didn't have time to argue with him. Instead, I turned my focus to Tiffany, shouting, "Why are you still standing there? Call an ambulance! He's your father!"

Tiffany looked flustered, instinctively reaching for her phone.

But Mike stopped her. "Quit the theatrics. That old man has nothing to do with us. Save your energy for dealing with your mess!"

"Tiffany, that shabby old man dared to pretend to be your dad. Just let him be. If he dies, so be it."

Tiffany bit her lip and said nothing, slowly retreating behind Mike.

Her refusal to act only encouraged everyone else to remain bystanders.

"Tiffany! Are you really going to watch your own father collapse like this? Do you have no conscience?"

My eyes reddened, and I shouted at her furiously.

How could such a daughter exist in this world?

For the sake of her vanity, she was willing to let her father die.

"Oh, look at her. She's so worked up! I bet that's actually her dad, isn't it? Look at her about to cry."

Mike burst into laughter, his voice dripping with mockery. "Tiffany, I'm telling you, that old man is probably this scheming woman's dad. What's the phrase? Serves her right!"

Tiffany still didn't speak, lowering her head further and refusing to face the scene in front of her.

"You... You cold-blooded murderers! If something happens to Jackson, I'll make sure you all pay!"

My furious gaze swept across Mike and the others before landing on a nearby security guard. "You! Call an ambulance!"

The guard froze, awkwardly raising his hands. "I... We're not allowed to carry phones during work hours."

I didn't waste time arguing with him. My eyes fell on the walkie-talkie in his hand, and I snatched it away.

"There's someone unconscious in the banquet hall. Get an ambulance here immediately!"

Soon, the hotel manager rushed over with a group of staff.

When he saw me, a look of surprise flashed across his face. "Miss—"