Lark was on her knees as they wheeled Max away. The shouting of the man doing compressions on Max’s chest eerily familiar to the way her mother did them to Nana Prue earlier. She was going to throw up. Bile rose from her stomach, and she heaved on the floor as Ollie grabbed a trash bin and held it under her chin.
“Shh,” Ollie held her hair back.
Olivier and Bobbie were racing down the hall after Max after ordering their children to stay put.
LJ grunted, “once again, they’re chasing after the golden boy. The minute he’s not the center of attention he has to cause a scene.”
“LJ,” Mori growled, “he has a heart condition. He could die. Could you stop your weird vendetta against our brother for ten minutes?”
“He won’t f*****g die. Mom wouldn’t allow it. Heaven forbids anything happen to he
