The two officers exchanged uncertain looks.
They were caught between Janet’s accusation and the doctor’s warning.
Then Edna’s phone rang again.
The sound cut through the cabin.
Michael Harris.
Dr. Chen looked at the screen.
Then he picked up the phone.
“This is her son.”
“Please let me answer.”
Janet immediately objected.
“No calls permitted at this time.”
“She is a suspected rule breaker.”
“I will not allow interference.”
Dr. Chen stared at her.
“Suspected?”
“This woman can barely breathe.”
At that moment, Edna slowly lifted her hand.
Weakly.
Desperately.
She reached toward the phone.
Dr. Chen understood.
He brought it closer.
With the last of her strength, Edna pressed the answer button.
The phone switched to speaker.
The cabin went silent.
A strong voice filled the aircraft.
“Mom?”
“Where are you?”
“Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”
Hearing her son’s voice, Edna gathered what little strength she had left.
“Michael…”
“I can’t breathe.”
“They won’t let me have my medicine.”
The voice on the phone immediately changed.
The warmth disappeared.
It became focused.
Controlled.
Authoritative.
“I’m Michael Harris.”
“Senior Vice President of Flight Operations at Delta Airlines.”
“Who is in charge of this situation?”
The entire cabin froze.
Janet Morrison’s face changed instantly.
For the first time since the incident began, she looked uncertain.
Because she knew exactly who Michael Harris was.
And she knew what his position meant.
The person she had been challenging was not just a concerned son.
He was one of the executives responsible for the airline operation she represented.
And now he was listening.
With everyone watching.
The cabin remained completely silent.
The voice coming through Edna Harris’s phone had changed everything.
Only minutes earlier, Janet Morrison had controlled the entire situation.
She stood in the aisle with the confidence of someone who believed her authority could not be questioned.
Now, for the first time, uncertainty appeared on her face.
Michael Harris’s voice came through the speaker again.
“I’m asking one more time.”
“Who is in charge of this situation?”
Janet swallowed.
She looked around the cabin.
Every passenger was watching her.
The same passengers who had remained silent before were now waiting for her answer.
“Mr. Harris, I…”
Her voice was no longer sharp.
“I was following airline safety protocol.”
Michael interrupted.
“Safety protocol?”
“Your passenger is wearing a medical identification bracelet.”