"Jordan!" Sydney cried out, her voice trembling with fear as she gently lowered herself to the ground, cradling his head in her lap. His eyes were vacant, his body limp and unresponsive.
"Jordan! Jordan!" she called again, her voice echoing with desperation, hoping for someone, anyone, to come to their aid. Finally, a member of the domestic staff rushed over to her, concern etched on their face.
"Ma'am—" the staff member began, but Sydney's urgency cut them off.
"Please, please, can you help get him to his room or something? He just collapsed," Sydney pleaded, her voice a mix of panic and hope. The staff member nodded and quickly summoned others to assist.
Together, they lifted Jordan's lifeless form and carried him inside, while Sydney, her heart pounding, grabbed her phone with shaking hands and made a call.
