Overwhelmed by the Billionaire’s Persistent Pursuit

Chapter 557: Noticing that she had closed her eyes, he softly patted her cheek. When she didn't respond, and with her breathing becoming erratic and her cheeks turning red, he grew worried that she might be experiencing breathing difficulties, similar to what had happened before. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and began performing rescue breathing. He could feel her trembling persist. He had done this before, repeatedly breathing for her until she gradually calmed down. But this time, there was no immediate improvement.

The impact of witnessing the car accident seemed to have deeply affected her, making it more difficult to calm her down compared to the previous incident. Milton was on the verge of calling for an ambulance. Suddenly, a voice behind them cried out in alarm. "Candice!" Startled, Milton turned his head swiftly, finding Greyson standing there. He was taken aback. What was Greyson doing here? Considering the proximity to Candice's house, he wondered if Greyson had come for her. However, he didn't have time to ponder over it.

Since Greyson was present, Milton urged him, "Call Harmony Hospital and tell them to send an ambulance. Her PTSD episode is severe this time and could be life-threatening." Greyson looked at Milton with surprise. "How did you know she has PTSD?" Milton furrowed his brow. "Why wouldn't I know?" Greyson crouched down beside Candice, examining her closely. At the same time, he checked her pulse by holding her wrist. Her condition was worrisome. She was sweating, trembling, and her heart was pounding rapidly and irregularly, too chaotic to make sense of.

Glancing at the car accident scene not far away, Greyson noticed a middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood. The truck had come to a sudden halt, and the driver, in a panic, collapsed onto the ground with weak legs. "Aw, damn it!" he muttered softly. Lᴀtst chαptєrs in ɢlnovels. Candice had witnessed her parents' death in a similar situation. Another car crash had occurred in front of her, triggering her PTSD because it resembled the one that had caused her harm before. Milton's knowledge of her PTSD came as a surprise.

Despite always appearing strong and not wanting to reveal her vulnerability, Candice had actually confided in Milton about her biggest weakness. Greyson couldn't comprehend it. Candice had been struggling with her illness for three years, and he had only recently discovered it. How could Milton find out so soon? Greyson frowned. He couldn't dwell on it now. Candice's condition was critical and required immediate attention. Without prompt action, she could suffocate instantly. "If you're just going to wait there, why don't you call an ambulance?" Milton complained urgently.

"Call an ambulance now. She's struggling to breathe!" As he spoke, he continued to administer CPR, hoping it would alleviate her condition. Suddenly, Greyson stood up and declared, "We can't wait for an ambulance. Keep doing CPR. I have a first aid kit in my car, and there's a tranquilizer in it. I'll administer it myself." . . .