Chapter 8 - The Private Ambulance

Two men in green jackets stepped out of the elevator with a gurney. They looked confused when Raymond's security team stopped them. One held a printed transport order bearing Preston's name and a gold seal from Whitmore Executive Health.

"We're transferring Mrs. Whitmore to a private specialist," he explained.

"Who requested it?" Dr. Chen asked.

"Her husband. He's listed as authorized agent."

"She's awake, competent, and has refused transfer," Dr. Chen said. "You aren't taking her anywhere."

Preston appeared behind the men. The sight of him in the doorway made Emily's chest contract. Vanessa stayed a pace behind, tapping at her phone, red lips pressed into a hard line.

"I made arrangements for the best care money can buy," Preston said. "Why is everyone acting like I'm the criminal?"

"Because you watched her get kicked and helped arrange a false medical order," Rebecca said.

"Watch your mouth," Vanessa snapped.

Emily pushed herself upright. "You didn't ask where it hurt. You didn't ask if our daughter was alive. You asked me to lie."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying." Emily took a breath. "I don't consent to leaving. I don't want either of you in my room."

Morales stepped forward. "Mr. Whitmore, we need to speak privately."

Preston put up both hands. "This is absurd. You'll hear from my attorneys."

"We already have," Ava said from Raymond's phone. "And we'd like to know how a document with Emily's signature was uploaded while she was under observation."

Vanessa's eyes flicked toward Preston. It was the first crack in her confidence.

The ambulance crew left without Emily. Preston followed Morales toward the interview room. Only after the door shut did Emily notice a new ache low in her abdomen. She tried shifting on the pillow. The pain came again, sharp and squeezing.

"Rebecca?" she said.

Dr. Chen looked at the monitor. "Emily, are those contractions?"

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