Chapter 332
The screen quietly shifted to Elysia’s perspective.
She stood on a platform high enough to overlook half of Stoneford, with the pedestrians below appearing as tiny as ants.
The silence was almost surreal, as if time itself had frozen. Not even the faintest sound could be heard.
Elysia wore a simple, elegant white dress, one hand resting lightly on the railing as she perched on the edge of the rooftop.
She hummed an unfamiliar tune, her every movement light and carefree.
When Caellan saw this scene through the screen, his heart seemed to skip a beat. Almost instantly, Stellan’s voice echoed in his mind. “She’s already dead. She jumped, several thousand feet down.”
Caellan’s breathing quickened. His eyes darted around, scanning the environment. He quickly realized that the place she was standing was none other than the Drayton family’s office building.
Stellan’s prophecy was drawing nearer.
The dread in his heart surged anew. Tears streamed down Caellan’s face like a broken dam.
In the next moment, he collapsed to his knees on the steps, clutching his phone and murmuring, “Don’t jump, Elysia… please don’t jump!”
His outburst startled those around him, who exchanged surprised glances. Soon, another voice echoed nearby, also filled with anguish.
Fenwick was on the ground, too, pale as a sheet, unable to hold onto his phone.
Everyone’s gaze turned to the screen in unison. On it, Elysia stood at the edge of the rooftop, her toes pointed, one hand extended as if reaching for the clouds.
If someone only saw this scene, they might find it peaceful, even beautiful. But this was a rooftop, thousands of feet above the ground. A single gust of wind could send her plummeting into the abyss below.
“Don’t die! Elysia, don’t die!” Caellan’s voice, now a wailing sob, drew everyone’s attention.
Torin, standing nearby, lost his patience and kicked Caellan hard. “Stop spouting nonsense! The only one who’s going to die is Rowena. Elysia is fine!”
Torin had been coldly observing, his phone still lying discarded on the ground. He had no idea what was happening on the livestream but was furious at Caellan for speaking such ominous words about Elysia.
At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kick this sobbing guy to death.
“I’ll say it one more time. Elysia is my sister. Rowena has nothing to do with me.” Hearing Rowena’s name triggered Caellan’s anger, and the two broke into a fistfight on the spot.
Spectators pulled out their phones to record the spectacle, but Fenwick, surprisingly the most composed of the group, rushed forward to separate
them.
Standing between the two, he shouted, “Have you two had enough? Torin, for God’s sake, stop losing your mind! And you, Caellan… what is wrong with you? Do you want Elysia to die that badly?”
As he spoke, Fenwick thrust his phone in front of Caellan’s face.
Elysia had stepped back from the edge, no longer perched precariously, though she still lingered on the rooftop, pacing as if waiting for something.
Caellan let out a shaky breath, slumping back onto the ground, his eyes glazed over. “As long as she didn’t jump… It must’ve been Stellan lying to me again.”
He’d spent days on edge, haunted by Stellan’s chilling words.
“Stellan, you son of a…” Caellan began, but Torin cut him off with a resounding slap.
Unlike Caellan’s relief, Torin’s expression was as dark as ink.
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Chapter 332
He grabbed Caellan by the collar and demanded. “How did you know Elysia would be on the rooftop? What did Stellan tell you? Where is Stellan now? Is Elysia with him?”
Torin was barely holding himself together. Seeing Elysia standing alone on the company rooftop had been shattering.
He hadn’t even had the chance to apologize to her, to seek forgiveness for the harm she had endured, or to avenge her suffering.
All he wanted was a sliver of reassurance that Elysia was okay.
Caellan swatted Torin’s hands away and spat on the ground. “You want answers? Watch the damn livestream yourself!”
The moment those words left his mouth, Fenwick let out a sharp gasp, echoed by others glued to their screens.
“Oh my God, she’s back at the edge!”
“Is she going to jump? Is this it?”
“If she falls from this height, there’s no saving her. Could it be… Oh, no, does Valeria want Elysia to be reborn?”
Torin snatched Fenwick’s phone, staring at the screen. The view had shifted back to a first–person perspective, Elysia’s perspective.
Night had fallen. The streets below were eerily empty, with not a single person in sight, and even the sparse vehicles seemed unnatural.
This wasn’t the Stoneford they knew. Even in the dead of night, the city was never this desolate, unless…
Their minds flashed back to a memo they’d received a week ago about a planned road closure near the company building in the early morning hours.
Because the message was sent at four o’clock in the morning, it didn’t affect anyone’s work after sunrise, so no one paid much attention.
“No, it’s just a coincidence,” Torin muttered, shaking his head, and he felt an overwhelming urge to hurl the phone away.
Caellan, too, was gripped by unease.
Through the first–person view, every slight movement Elysia made sent ripples of fear through the viewers.
Even Fenwick, who had been arguing moments ago, was now transfixed, silently praying like everyone else. ‘Don’t jump, please,‘ he wondered.
Then, with a surreal rush of motion, Elysia, dressed in her white gown, floated off the rooftop like a kite with its string cut.
The fabric of her dress billowed like a dying water lily drifting in the air.
“No!” Torin and Fenwick cried out simultaneously, their voices blending together. But they could do nothing to stop the inevitable.
They watched helplessly as Elysia’s figure drew closer and closer to the ground, until finally with a dull, resounding thud, the blooming lily reached its final end.
The screen went black.
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