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I pulled out my phone immediately. “I’m calling an ambulance.”
The emergency operator answered on the second ring. “Harbor City Emergency Services.”
“I need an ambulance at Moonlaw Legal Services Street Entrance,” I said. “An elderly man has collapsed. He appears to have head trauma.”
“Ambulance dispatched. ETA five minutes.”
The man’s breathing was labored. His skin had turned an alarming shade of pale. Whatever was happening seemed genuinely serious.
“Stay with us, sir,” I said gently. “Help is coming.”
Emma kept the camera rolling. The footage would be crucial if questions arose later. My lawyer instincts never fully switched off.
The ambulance arrived with sirens wailing. Paramedics quickly assessed the situation. Their professional demeanor suggested real medical concern.
“Possible cerebral hemorrhage,” one paramedic announced. “We need to get him to Harbor City Memorial Hospital immediately.”
They loaded Harold Blackstone onto a stretcher. His condition appeared critical. I felt genuine worry for the elderly stranger.
“We’ll follow to the hospital,” I told Emma.
The Intensive Care Unit buzzed with activity. Doctors worked quickly to stabilize Harold. Their urgent movements confirmed the severity of his condition.
A middle-aged couple rushed through the hospital doors. Behind them walked a younger man in his twenties. Their distressed expressions marked them as family.
“Are you the woman who helped our father?” the older man asked.
I nodded. “Yes, I called the ambulance when he collapsed.”
“Thank you so much,” he said with apparent gratitude. “I’m Robert Blackstone. This is wife Linda and our son Marcus.”
Linda dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. “How is he? The doctors won’t tell us anything yet.”
“They’re still running tests,” I replied. “But they mentioned possible cerebral hemorrhage.”
Robert’s expression grew serious. “Could we speak privately? Away from all these people?”
I glanced around the crowded hospital corridor. “Of course.”
We moved to a quieter area near the parking garage. I discreetly activated my phone’s voice recorder. Something about Robert’s demeanor had shifted.
“Now then,” Robert began, his tone completely different. “Let’s discuss what really happened.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You pushed my father,” Robert accused bluntly. “Don’t try to deny it.”
“That’s absolutely false,” I replied firmly. “Your father simply collapsed in front of my car.”
Robert’s eyes narrowed. “My father was perfectly healthy this morning. He wouldn’t just fall for no reason.”
“I witnessed what happened,” I said. “He stumbled and fell.”
“If you didn’t push him,” Robert pressed, “why did you help him up?”
The question revealed his true intentions. This was clearly a setup. My lawyer training kicked into high gear.
“Because I’m a decent human being,” I replied coldly.
Robert’s mask slipped further. “Look, lady. My father’s medical bills are going to be expensive. Three million should cover everything.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re more concerned about money than your father’s health?”
“Don’t lecture me about family,” Robert snapped. “Three million for medical expenses, nutrition, and long-term care.”
“Absolutely not,” I said firmly.
Linda stepped forward with a threatening expression. “Then you’ll go to jail for assault. We have witnesses.”
I almost laughed. “Please, call the police. I’d welcome their investigation.”
Robert’s confidence wavered. “Fine. Two million then.”
“Your demands keep changing,” I observed with amusement. “First three million, now two. What’s next?”
Robert’s face flushed with anger. “You think this is funny?”
He lunged toward me with surprising aggression. But Emma moved faster. My driver intercepted Robert with a precise strike to his shoulder.
Robert crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain. Marcus rushed to help his father but Emma easily subdued him too.
“You assaulted my husband!” Linda shrieked. “I’m calling the police right now!”
“Please do,” I encouraged her. “I’d love to explain this situation to the authorities.”
Linda fumbled for her phone with shaking hands. She dialed emergency services while Robert writhed on the pavement.
“No!” Robert protested weakly. “Linda, don’t call them!”
But his wife had already connected. “Police? I need help at Harbor City Memorial Hospital. We’re being attacked!”
I watched the unfolding drama with professional detachment. Robert’s panic confirmed my suspicions about their fraudulent scheme.
The irony was delicious. They’d tried to scam me and ended up calling the police on themselves.
(Olivia’s POV)
The police arrived within minutes of Linda’s frantic call. Two officers approached our group with professional detachment.
“What seems to be the problem here?” the senior officer asked.
Robert struggled to his feet, still clutching his shoulder. “This woman assaulted my elderly father and then her bodyguard attacked us!”
I stepped forward calmly. “Officer, I’m Olivia Winters, attorney at Moonlaw Legal Services. I witnessed Mr. Harold Blackstone collapse from what appears to be a medical emergency.”
The younger officer took notes while his partner listened. “Can you explain the sequence of events?”
“Mr. Blackstone suffered what doctors diagnosed as a cerebral hemorrhage,” I explained. “I immediately called an ambulance and accompanied him to the hospital.”
Robert interrupted angrily. “She’s lying! She pushed my father!”
The senior officer held up his hand. “Sir, please let her finish.”
“After ensuring Mr. Blackstone received medical care, his family approached me demanding three million dollars in compensation,” I continued.
Linda’s face flushed red. “That’s not true!”
