The hospital wasn't a tall building, only about seven stories high.
Ordinarily, the crowd below wouldn't have heard Mia Warren's crying and shouting, but she had somehow gotten her hands on a megaphone.
"It's all Chloe Sinclair's fault! She's the one who ruined my life!"
"She destroyed my leg!"
In the crowd, many people were murmuring, wondering who Chloe Sinclair was.
But as they watched Mia cry on the rooftop for what felt like an eternity without jumping, someone couldn't help but shout, "Are you here to kill yourself or not? If you are, hurry up and jump! Don't waste everyone's time!"
The moment the words left the man's mouth, he felt a powerful tug on his back.
He frowned and turned around impatiently. "What are you looking at..."
But his eyes landed on Chloe Sinclair's, which were as clear and cool as autumn water. The curse died on his lips, and he didn't know what to say.
"Sir, if she jumps, you could be held legally responsible, you know."
