Ryan's heart ached for her. He could see the fear in her eyes, the terror of the unknown. He wanted to reassure her, to tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew that it was a lie. The danger was real, and they were running out of time.
Suddenly, the Viscountess clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain. She gasped for air, her body trembling violently.
"She's having a seizure," Ryan said, his voice filled with urgency.
The Viscountess collapsed to the floor, her body convulsing. Ryan rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel her pulse weakening, her breathing shallow.
"Call the doctor," he shouted, his voice filled with panic.
Thorne, who had been standing in the corner, rushed to get help. Ryan knelt beside the Viscountess, trying to keep her calm. He held her hand, his touch a source of comfort.
But it was too late. The Viscountess's body went limp, her breathing stopped. She was dead.
