He stepped out without hesitation, kneeling beside Maya.
“Is she breathing?” he asked to no one in particular, though no one answered. He pressed two fingers to her wrist. There—a faint pulse. Weak, but there.

Maya stirred faintly, whispering, “Please… my babies…” before slipping back into unconsciousness.

Jonathan pulled out his phone, dialing 911 with steady urgency. While waiting, he crouched down to meet the frightened eyes of the twins. They clung to him without fear, as if they sensed safety in him.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice softer than he expected. “Your mommy’s going to be alright. I’m here with you.”

A Ride to the Hospital

Minutes later, paramedics arrived. They carefully lifted Maya onto a stretcher. Jonathan insisted that the twins ride along in the ambulance, ignoring the raised brows of the crew. For a man used to moving millions with a single decision, this fragile moment felt far more important than any deal.