Clara Beaumont rushed toward me, her face beaming with excitement. Her parents followed close behind, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and reverence.
"Mom, Dad, this is Dr. Wilson!" Clara announced, grabbing my hand with both of hers. "She's the one who saved me during that allergic reaction at the conference."
I smiled awkwardly, acutely aware of Arthur's intense gaze on me.
"It's wonderful to meet you," Mrs. Beaumont said, extending her hand. "Our daughter told us everything. We can't thank you enough for your quick action."
Mr. Beaumont nodded solemnly. "You saved our little girl's life. We're eternally grateful."
"Anyone would have done the same," I replied, feeling uncomfortable with their effusive praise.
"Nonsense," Mr. Beaumont insisted. "Clara said everyone else just stood there panicking. You were the only one who knew exactly what to do."
Clara squeezed my hand. "I would have died if you hadn't been there."
