A man identifying himself as a doctor pushed through. He dropped to his knees and peeled back Zoe's eyelids.
"Pupils dilating. This is critical." He looked up urgently. "Nitroglycerin? Any heart medication? Now!"
I struggled against Jasmine's grip. "Let me go! I need to get her medicine!"
"Save the drama." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "If I let you go, you'll just attack me again."
"She's dying!"
The doctor began chest compressions. Someone finally dialed emergency services.
The security guards shifted uneasily. "Manager Maxwell, if something happens to the old woman, we could be liable..."
Jasmine's expression didn't waver. "They brought this on themselves. Came here to cause trouble—whatever happens, they deserve it." She tossed her hair back. "Besides, my boyfriend is the CEO of the Sanchez Group. With Anthony behind me, what's there to fear?"
Hearing his son's name used as a shield for murder, my father-in-law raised a trembling hand. He opened his mouth to curse, but no sound came. Rage choked him. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
"Dad!"