The nurse opened her mouth in fear, wanting to speak but unable to say a word.

"She’s just lost too much blood and is temporarily unconscious. Quickly, save her, save her! How much money? Hmm? Five million? Ten million? A billion? You bring her back to life for me! I’ll give you whatever you want!" Caden Lockwood’s voice became more hoarse with each shout, his entire being growing weaker.

He stood there, lonely and helpless, revealing his vulnerability one voice at a time in front of life’s unpredictability and capriciousness.

Evelyn Morgan stood not far away, and Caden Lockwood’s every expression, every sound, every gut-wrenching moment, she saw and heard clearly.

The sight of the deceased on the ground was appalling; judging by the age, she should be about the same age as Evelyn.

She was too scared to approach, even afraid to take another look.

At this moment, she didn’t know whether she feared the deceased or feared knowing certain truths.

The truth that she had once ignored, later guessed blindly, then let herself indulge in — the reason Caden Lockwood wanted to marry her.

He was so good to her, so good that she thought he liked her, which was why he would marry her and keep her by his side.

But now it seemed, perhaps, it wasn’t the case after all!

The girl who passed away, who was she to him?

This question circled her mind endlessly, yet she couldn’t find an answer, staring unblinkingly at Caden Lockwood, watching his madness at this moment.

Evelyn Morgan’s phone rang incessantly; it was Sean Ashton calling, wanting to know where she was.

She had no intention of answering.

Standing under the night sky, in the middle of summer, she inexplicably felt cold.

A chill seemed to be directed only at her, bit by bit freezing her, sparing no cell in her body.

She seemed to hear the sound of it freezing her.

The sound was small, light, yet piercing and heart-aching.

At this moment, Caden Lockwood’s phone rang as well.

His brows moved slightly, but he didn’t answer, persistently attempting to bring the already deceased girl back to life.

Evelyn Morgan stood still.

After Caden Lockwood left with the ambulance, she still stood there, echoing those speculations of the spectators.

"I heard she committed suicide for love!"

"Was that man her boyfriend just now?"

"I’ve seen that young girl—so young, polite, and pretty. What would drive her to think—she must commit suicide?"

"She seems to have no parents! Her house is rented right next to mine, it’s quite frightening! I’d better stay at a relative’s house for the next few nights."

...

It wasn’t until the gossiping crowd gradually dispersed that Evelyn Morgan slowly regained her senses.

Watching the police still clearing the scene, she turned and slowly left this suffocating place.

Each step felt like walking on the edge of a knife, the pain piercing to the bone.

Caden Lockwood’s anguished voice and expression constantly echoed in Evelyn Morgan’s mind, driving her to the brink of madness.

Her heart seemed to bleed, standing at a crossroads, unsure of what to do.

At this moment, she suddenly realized she was already in tears.

A fact she had to acknowledge finally burst through her unwillingness to confront it—The deceased girl was truly the one Caden Lockwood loved.

If not for a profound affection, how could someone as usually composed as him be so heartbroken and distressed?

But why would that girl jump?

Being loved by a man like Caden Lockwood, wouldn’t that be happiness?

How many people long for such an honor but can never attain it.

Her heart felt as though it was being trampled by thousands of horses, hurt so much that she didn’t even have the strength to walk.