The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 122

Andrea’s frustration bubbled beneath the surface as he fixed his intense gaze upon the hesitant doctor. Everyone else in the room, on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaited the news about Lady Guila’s condition. The suspense was palpable, and the doctor’s reluctance to speak only added to their collective anxiety. He rolled his eyes at the group, then released a deep sigh, clearly burdened by the weight of his words.

“I’m sorry to have to say this, but Lady Guila suffered a severe heart attack, and it led to something even more critical,” the doctor began, his voice trailing off as if his eyes alone could convey the depth of his apprehension. The tension in the room continued to mount, like a crescendo building toward an unknown climax.

“And then what?” Andrea’s impatience boiled over. “Just speak plainly and spare us this unnecessary suspense, or I swear I’ll be the one to pull your tongue out!” He snapped, silencing Tyler, who was on the verge of speaking. Tyler clasped his hands