?<strong>Chapter 434:</strong>


    Among the bustling crowd, the person live-streaming was capturing all the cruelments.


    “If she’s going to jump, she should do it before they finish inting that cushion.”


    “Look at her—dressed to the nines. Is she trying to make headlines?”


    “You think she’s waiting for someone topliment her outfit before she jumps?”


    Theirughter echoed in Can’s ears, and he gripped the steering wheel harder, his teeth clenched in rage. How could people be so callous, so utterly void of humanity?


    Adrian turned off the stream. A quick call to his team ensured that every live stream would be shut down immediately, and those responsible would be detained.


    In just under twenty minutes, they arrived at the scene. Adrian’s mere presence had a chilling effect on the crowd, and they fell silent.


    This was Adrian Miller. In Illerith, a man like him could change the course of the city with a single move. Offending him could have serious consequences.


    The police chief opened the car door for Adrian, leading him past the flimsy tape that did little to keep the onlookers at bay. But the unspoken message hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste.


    “Go ahead and jump. If you don’t, we all wasted our time.”


    “Evacuate now!”


    With those two decisive words from Adrian, the police chief immediately understood the gravity of the situation. He summoned all the uniformed officers,manding them to disperse the crowd with authority.


    As Adrian ascended the elevator, his phone rang. It was Joelle’s psychologist.


    “Mr. Miller, I just saw the live stream, and there’s something crucial I need to discuss with you.”


    “Please, go ahead.”


    “When Ms. Watson first came to see me, I diagnosed her with moderate depression. She had mentioned that she shared this with you, but I’m unsure if you fully understood the situation.”


    Adrian’s silence spoke volumes, conveying more than words ever could.


    “I’m truly sorry!” The psychologist quickly expressed her regret. “In fact, Ms. Watson’s mood has improved significantly in recent weeks. As long as she avoids certain triggers, she can gradually reduce the medication. This incident might have been triggered by something. Please, approach this carefully. Remember, withholding information from her can cause harm in subtle yet profound ways.”


    The elevator doors opened with a soft whoosh. As they parted, Adrian quickly ended the call.


    The female officer, her voice nearly hoarse from her relentless attempts to persuade Joelle, broke into a radiant smile when she spotted him. “Ms. Watson, look who’se to see us!”


    Joelle finally gave a flicker of a response.


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