Chapter 14 Chapter 14
She leaned down slightly, not even breaking a sweat.
“Ever try to belittle me again… and I promise you, you’ll leave with more than a bruised ego. I don’t take nonsense from anybody anymore.”
Kai’s breathing was shaky. He blinked, trying to move, but his leg twisted awkwardly. The pain shot up his side and across his back. He let out a sharp gasp and gritted his teeth.
He was angry, he was humiliated.
But most of all… he was in real pain.
He wanted to get up. He wanted to fight back. But the impact was too much. His legs felt heavy, numb even. A sharp pain ran up his left side. He touched it and winced.
Then the realization hit him hard.
He couldn’t stand.
He looked up at Megan, this time not with arrogance… but with shock and fear.
“What… what kind of strength does this woman have?” he thought.
He felt like something was broken. Maybe his leg… or his ribs. Or his pride. Or maybe all three.
At that moment, Dr. Kai, still lying on the cold marble floor, clenched his jaw tightly. The pain in his back and leg throbbed with every breath, but more than the physical pain his pride was wounded. He had just been flipped over like a ragdoll in front of a full crowd.
But as the seconds passed and the whispers turned louder, Kai slowly began to calm himself down.
He made a decision, he would keep his cool.
If everything went wrong from here, he could always twist the story. Yes. That’s what he would do. He’d paint it differently tell the media that he tried to restrain an unstable woman, a former convict who attacked him while he was trying to help a dying patient. He’d say his injury came from trying to be the hero in a difficult, dangerous situation.
The crowd would believe it, they saw it happened, and his face was already famous. His name already respected. People trusted him more than they’d trust some woman in old clothes claiming to be a healer.
He would use this to his advantage.
So instead of standing up and fighting again, Kai stayed where he was, forcing a disgusted look on his face, watching closely, waiting for Megan to mess up.
He wanted her to fail. He wanted her to disgrace herself in front of all these people.
So he simply sneered and watched her silently, like a lion waiting in the dark.
Meanwhile, Megan had already walked up to the unconscious pregnant woman. She knelt down slowly, blocking out all the whispers, all the doubt, all the noise.
She looked at the lady from head to toe, studying her body carefully. Her breathing was faint. Her lips had lost color. Her skin was getting colder. Megan could already see the signs the baby was slipping into distress faster than expected. The mother’s pulse was erratic. She had seconds left.
Still calm, Megan lifted her head.
“Water,” she said firmly. “Bring me water. Now.”
Hearing what Megan just said no one moved.
The crowd stood frozen. Some looked confused. Others looked afraid. The waiters and attendants stood by the walls like statues, their eyes bouncing between Kai on the floor and Megan kneeling beside the woman.
They didn’t budge. Not one of them.
Megan didn’t speak again. She stayed focused trying to position the lady properly to buy her a little bit of time.
But then Oliver stepped forward, his voice sharp and angry.
“Are you all deaf?!” he barked. “Didn’t you hear what Lady Megan just said?!”
Everyone flinched.
“She said bring her water! Now!”
Immediately, without wasting any more time, the waiters scrambled into action. After Oliver’s fierce command, none of them dared to hesitate again. They rushed toward the counter, moving with urgency now, and within seconds, one of them came running back with a bottle of water, holding it carefully with both hands.
He reached Megan and offered it to her respectfully, head slightly bowed.
Megan took the water without saying a word, her focus sharp as a blade.
“I need a warm towel. Right now.”
Her voice was firm but calm.
Without needing another reminder, two attendants dashed away again, one of them already speaking into a kitchen phone, and within seconds, they returned with a steaming warm towel wrapped in clean linen.
Megan nodded and placed the bottle beside her, then quickly unfolded the towel and tested its temperature in her hand.
She looked around and noticed more people gathering at a distance. The pregnant woman was still lying on the cold floor, too exposed, too vulnerable. Megan needed a bit of space privacy a barrier.
So at that moment, she looked up and gently asked the women nearby for help.
“Please. I need you. Just form a shade around her. Just a little cover. Help me protect her privacy.”