?<strong>Chapter 433:</strong>


    How was she supposed to prove anything to those who doubted her? Maybe death was the only way to silence it all.


    Her thoughts tangled into knots, frayed and broken, as she stared into the sun’s harsh re, the wind whipping around her.


    The security guard, now desperate, dialed the police. “Hello? You have to hurry! There’s a woman on the roof about to jump!”


    Joelle stood there, motionless, for almost an hour. Below, a crowd began to form, their eyes fixed on the spectacle. Firefighters scrambled to set up an air cushion, though it would take time.


    “Isn’t that Joelle Watson?” someone in the crowd whispered. “The woman whose son died?” The murmur spread quickly.


    “Do you think she’s really going to jump, or is this some kind of stunt?”


    One girl elbowed her boyfriend in disgust. “How can you be so heartless? You’d push her over the edge with that attitude!”


    He shrugged, unfazed. “She won’t jump. She’s got too much to live for—money, status. If I were her, I wouldn’t even think about it.”


    The girl, unable to reason with him, fell silent.


    At the building entrance, police had cordoned off the area, but they knew pushing too hard could provoke her. Only two female officers were allowed to go up.


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    Joelle sat on the railing, her legs swinging freely over the edge.


    Even with her eyes closed, she couldn’t find peace, as a chorus of voices echoed in her heart.


    “Ms. Watson, please, let’s talk. Whatever you’re going through, we can help!”


    But Joelle treated their words like the wind—passing by, unnoticed.


    She didn’t want help. She wanted peace. Silence.


    “Don’te any closer!” she warned.


    “We understand,” the officer promised. “We’re just here for you. Whatever you need, we’re here to listen.”


    Joelle didn’t respond, her mind elsewhere, wondering where Rnd might be now. Was he out there somewhere? Or was he just gone?


    Joelle’s possible jump quickly became a headline and was streamed live, catching Can’s attention in no time.


    Adrian was in the middle of a busy day when Can burst into his office,pletely disregarding any sense of decorum.


    “Hey, Mr. Miller, Ms. Watson is on the edge of a building, about to jump!”


    Adrian blinked, as if the words were in anguage he didn’t understand.


    Joelle had been her usual self when she left that morning. And just hours ago, she had texted him about dinner. Since Rnd’s death, Joelle had been struggling, but she was seeing a therapist. She had been doing better, hadn’t she?


    Can drove like a maniac, and Adrian sat beside him, unable to tear his eyes away from the live stream. His heart raced with dread, anticipating the moment when that fragile figure might fall.


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