Marcus swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed Maxwell's number, which was answered promptly. "Sir, we have a crisis on our hands," Marcus reported, his tone grave.
"What's happening?" Maxwell asked, his voice instantly alert.
"Hillard's lying motionless on the floor here at the mansion," Marcus informed him.
"Have you called for an ambulance?" Maxwell asked urgently.
"Yes, they're on their way," Marcus replied.
"Is he showing any signs of life?" Maxwell pressed.
Marcus quickly checked Hillard's vital signs. "Sir, he's got a faint pulse and a very weak heartbeat," he reported, tension visible in his voice.
"I'm on my way," Maxwell declared. "Grayson, turn the car around, head back to the mansion," Marcus heard him instruct before the call ended.
Before long, the ambulance screeched to a halt and the paramedics swiftly loaded Hillard's limp form into the vehicle, their urgency a testament to the gravity of the situation.
