Chapter 393: The Very Powerful Thora

Chapter 393: The Very Powerful Thora

Briar's crying drew the two people arguing in the living room outside.

"Mason!"

The moment Emily saw Mason collapsed on the ground with Briar sitting beside him sobbing uncontrollably, she rushed forward, scooped Mason up, and ran back into the house.

James picked up the crying Briar and followed them inside.

Back in the house, Emily had already laid Mason gently on the bed. Standing in the room were Qiana and Faye, who had hurried over at the commotion, their faces etched with worry.

"Emily, what happened to Mason?"

Qiana looked at the child lying in bed, pale-faced with eyes tightly shut, and felt her heart twist painfully.

Emily didn't respond. She pressed her fingers against Mason's left wrist, checking his pulse, her expression growing increasingly grave.

"Mrs. Thomas, please sit here. Try to stay calm."

Faye sighed softly. She helped Qiana settle into a nearby chair and consoled her gently, "Please don't panic yet. Let's wait and see what Ms. Johnson says."

Though Qiana's face was full of concern, she nodded and fell silent, not wanting to disturb Emily.

After a long moment, Emily released Mason's wrist.

"Emily, what is it? Why would Mason suddenly faint out of nowhere?"

Qiana asked urgently.

"I don't know."

Emily's expression was grim. She looked at Mason lying in bed with his eyes closed and brow furrowed, the heartache in her eyes nearly spilling over.

"Mason's pulse keeps fluctuating—sometimes slow, sometimes racing. My medical skills aren't advanced enough. I can't determine what's wrong."

"Then what do we do?"

Emily took a deep breath and turned to look at James.

No—she was actually looking at Briar, who was being held in James's arms.

Only these two children had been in the yard at the time. No one else was around. Only Briar knew what had really happened to Mason.

James patted Briar's trembling shoulders gently and asked in a low voice, "Briar, tell me—what were you two doing? How did Mason faint?"

"Daddy..."

Briar's face was streaked with tears. She clung to James's neck, sobbing softly. "We were talking about how to help you win Mommy back. Mason took out his phone to type something to me, but then he suddenly looked over at the big mansion next door. Right after that, his face went white and he just... collapsed."

"...I don't know why Mason fainted..."

Hearing Briar's words, James quickly exchanged a glance with Emily.

"Don't cry, Briar. Mason's going to be fine. Mommy and I will make sure he wakes up."

James pulled a small handkerchief from his pocket. Though his movements were a bit clumsy, he wiped the tears from Briar's little face with gentle care.

Emily watched Briar crying softly in James's arms, her own heart aching. She sighed quietly, then left the room and pulled out her phone to make a call.

"Thora, Mason's collapsed. I need you."

"What? Stay right there. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

The person on the other end hung up abruptly after those decisive words.

Thirty minutes later, Thora arrived at the Thomas Villa—not a minute early, not a minute late.

After greeting Qiana and the others, she went straight to the bedroom to examine Mason.

Thora took out several silver needles. With swift, practiced movements, she inserted them into specific acupuncture points on Mason's body.

Her needle placement was both fast and precise, making Qiana's eyebrows twitch nervously.

Qiana pulled Emily aside with a worried expression and whispered, "Emily, is it really okay for her to stick needles in Mason like that? What if she hurts him?"

Emily couldn't help but smile wryly at that.

She took Qiana's hand and reassured her softly, "Grandma, Thora is a renowned physician. Her medical skills are exceptional. Every patient she's treated has recovered. Please don't worry."

Qiana nodded.

She'd heard of Thora's reputation before, but she'd never witnessed the legendary doctor at work firsthand. And since Mason was still so young, she couldn't help but worry.

After some time, Thora removed the silver needles from Mason's body and said calmly, "All done."

"All done?"

Qiana murmured in disbelief.

"Yes."

Thora turned to look at Qiana with a warm smile. "Mason fainted because he was frightened. I just treated him with acupuncture therapy. He should wake up soon."

"That's a relief."

Qiana let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

"Thank you so much, Thora."

"You don't need to be so formal."

"Alright."

After exchanging a few more words with Qiana, Thora turned to look at Emily.

Emily's brow was furrowed, her expression so grave it was as if something terrible had happened.

Emily looked up to meet Thora's inquiring gaze. The two friends, sharing an unspoken understanding, left the room together.

"Emily, what's on your mind?"

Once they'd left the room and made sure Qiana couldn't overhear their conversation, Thora looked at Emily and asked in a low voice.

"You said Mason fainted because he was frightened?"

After a moment's contemplation, Emily asked quietly.

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

"Only Briar and Mason were playing in the yard at the time. No one else was around. According to Briar, right before Mason fainted, he looked at the mansion next door. Then his face went pale and he collapsed. You said Mason fainted from fright—does that mean he saw something terrifying?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask Mason that question yourself when he wakes up."

"No. If I make Mason recall something frightening, it'll only make his condition worse."

Emily shook her head gravely.

Thora fell silent.

After a long pause, Thora spoke softly. "Emily, have you ever considered that Mason might not be as fragile as you think?"

Emily froze slightly at those words.

"What do you mean?"

"Mason still can't speak. Obviously, whatever's troubling him hasn't been resolved. But Indigo—the one who locked him up and hurt him—has already been arrested. So why can't Mason speak yet? Doesn't that suggest that the thing preventing Mason from speaking isn't Indigo?"

"Emily, I know you're afraid of traumatizing Mason all over again. That's why you never bring up what happened when he was locked in that dark room. But the more you both avoid it, the more you refuse to face that past, the longer this problem will persist."

"Is it really good for Mason to keep going on like this?"