The room fell into a heavy silence. The reality of the situation hit them all-no one had expected the alcohol to take such a toll on Rosalie, but the aftermath was now painfully clear.


    Julian''s face was a storm cloud as he scooped the drunken Rosalie up p from the ss shards, settling her onto the sofa. His eyes zed with a mix of anger and concern as he barked at the stunned Anya, "What are you standing there for? Call a doctor. Now,"


    "Okay" Anya blinked, still in a daze from the shock of what had just happened. She didn''t even take offense at her "jerk of a brother yelling at her. Instead, she scrambled to dial the doctor''s number in a panic, her fingers trembling as she pressed the buttons.


    Anya''s Lounge had a full-time general practitioner on call, and within minutes, a doctor and his assistant arrived, carrying a medical kit.


    Seeing the scene in front of him, even the doctor was momentarily stunned.


    ''Quick check on Rosalie, Anya said urgently, her voice tight with anxiety.


    The doctor didn''t waste a second, signaling for the assistant to follow as they rushed over to Rosalie. They knelt down in front of her, moving with practiced efficiency


    The cleaning crew had already cleared away therger shards of ss, but the bright red stains on the carpet were still ring, an unsettling reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.


    Julian''s face remained grim and unreadable, a storm brewing behind his eyes He held Rosalie carefully in his


    "Remove the ss shards from Ms. Talley''s foot, the doctor instructed the assistant, his voice professional, yetced with urgency.


    "Got it," the assistant replied, nodding as she reached for a pair of tweezers.


    Just as the assistant was about to begin, Julian''s voice, low and sharp as a de, cut through the air. "Be gentle."


    The quiet pressure in his tone made the assistant flinch, the tweezers in her hand trembling for a brief moment. "Understood," she stammered. With the doctor''s arrival. Anya finally exhaled in relief. But as the situation began to settle in, her mind caught up with everything. Her gaze to Julian, his mood as dark as a thunderstorm, and she couldn''t help but ask Kaleb, "Did this jerk just yell at me?"


    turned


    Kaleb


    was at a loss for words, thinking to himself, Is your b brain working in slow motion? It''s been ten minutes since he yelled at you, and you''re just now catching on?