The car stopped a short distance from the house. As soon as Old Man Miller got out, he saw numerous people going in and out of his home.
Everyone wore a panicked expression, and here and there, people were on their phones, making calls.
Old Man Miller's heart sank, and he broke into a run toward his house.
Zoe Sawyer and the others hurried after him.
It wasn't far, and within seconds, Old Man Miller was at his front door.
The crowd moving in and out finally saw Old Man Miller and rushed over to him. "Uncle Miller, you're finally back!" one said anxiously. "You have to go see him. Your eldest son… he's not doing so well."
Everything had been fine, but half an hour ago, Miller the Eldest had suddenly started shaking violently, his face rapidly turning ashen.
Old Man Miller had asked a young neighbor to look after him, but the young man had never experienced anything like this and could only call his own parents for help.
