Daniel nodded, his voice calm but firm. “Indeed, there has been. My wife needs medical attention, not interrogation or intimidation. I trust we can resolve this without further incident.”

Isabelle leaned into Daniel, feeling his strength and the reassurance it provided. Brenda, seemingly at a loss, picked up the phone, dialing Dr. Monroe’s office. Her demeanor had changed, now tinged with a hint of genuine concern as she relayed the situation.

Within moments, Dr. Monroe hurried into the waiting room, his face lined with worry. “Isabelle, I’m so sorry for the wait. Let’s get you checked out immediately.”