Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 227: Chapter 227

There were also members of the press invited to promote the new film. With Maple Media counting on Starry River to keep the momentum going, they couldn't afford any last-minute issues before the official release.
"Miss Terell," I said to Clarissa with a gentle smile, "actually, you can just call me Natalia from now on. Quinn mentioned last night that your mother will be released from prison soon. Julia took great care of him back then. When she's out, let me know—we'll go pick her up together."
Wayne gasped, his eyes widening as if he'd just heard a bombshell. "Released from prison? Miss Terell's mother?"
I thought to myself, "Just as expected—even someone as capable as Clarissa can't erase the stigma of her mother's prison time."
As my words hung in the air, I saw Clarissa bite down hard on her lower lip.
"Thank you for your concern." She gave an embarrassed, awkward smile and picked up her cup. "Natalia, let me toast you with coffee instead of wine."
"Perfect day for the wrap party—coffee's way too tame. Why not have a real drink with Natalia, Miss Terell?" Raelynn sneered, pouring two shots of baijiu and shoving one toward Clarissa.
Raelynn didn't know Clarissa had a congenital heart condition.
Medically speaking, someone with her heart condition shouldn't drink alcohol.
Just as I was about to stop her, Clarissa grabbed the glass and downed it in one go.
Raelynn and I exchanged shocked looks—we couldn't believe Clarissa just downed that drink.
Raelynn muttered under her breath, "Damn, didn't expect you to down it so quick—you sure can hold your liquor…"
Clarissa suddenly stood up. "Enjoy your meal, everyone. I need to excuse myself for a moment," she said abruptly, grabbing her purse and leaving the table.
At this point, I could only down my drink and softly ease the tension by inviting everyone to start eating.
My phone rang—it was Lindsey. "Sis-in-law, I'm in the private room. Where are you and Miss Vance?"
"Just a moment, we'll be right there," I said.
After hanging up, I took June to the private room next door to meet Lindsey.
With the introductions done, my part complete, I slipped out of the private room.
I thought to myself, "Now it's up to Lindsey to take it from here."
Just as I stepped out, I heard a woman's scream from the restroom—"Someone's collapsed!"
My heart lurched—the first person I thought of was Clarissa, who had just excused herself to the restroom.
Without a second thought, I rushed to the restroom—only to find the entrance already packed with people.
Clarissa was sprawled on the floor, her face drained of all color. Though still conscious, her eyelids kept fluttering uncontrollably.
"Call 911!" someone in the crowd shouted.
My heart skipped a beat as I noticed Clarissa's chest heaving violently—her breathing was labored and uneven.
I thought in alarm, "A heart attack?"
"Clarissa, can you hear me?!" I shoved through the crowd, dropped to my knees, and tapped her cheek urgently. "Do you have your meds in your bag?"
Clarissa couldn't speak—unable to respond—as her breathing grew increasingly labored.
"Where's your purse?" I frantically searched for her emergency meds, but scanning the area, Clarissa's bag was nowhere in sight.
I distinctly remember Clarissa left with her purse when she excused herself.
"Dear, is your friend having a heart attack? I have some pills here—do you know which kind she needs?"An elderly lady passing by noticed something was wrong with Clarissa and frantically searched her bag for me to find the right medication.
"I'm no doctor—how would I know what medicine to use?"
In a moment of panic, George's face flashed through my mind.
I immediately called George, quickly explained the situation, and then followed his instructions over the phone to administer emergency medication to Clarissa.
After taking the medication, Clarissa's labored breathing gradually began to ease.
Just then, the ambulance arrived.