It’s hard to see who it is against the light, but from the silhouette, it looks a bit like Kiki Sutton.
At the entrance of the hospital, lody Thorne got out of the car and ran straight towards the building. She clearly saw Kiki Sutton standing at the edge of the building’s rooftop, ready to fall at any mont.
"Kiki, Kiki," lody Thorne shouted as she ran towards the rooftop.
"Kiki, don’t move, you might fall," lody Thorne watched her nervously. "Can we talk things over? I know what Hans Montrose said hurt you, but he only sches. You deserve better and are not worth sacrificing for him."
Kiki Sutton’s frail figure stood on the rooftop. The wind blew at her hospital gown, her arms opened wide, looking down at the crowd of people below with no sign of Hans Montrose. If she died, he would probably be relieved, right?
Thinking about what Hans Montrose did to her, Kiki Sutton felt a chill in her heart.
"lody, I’m not like you. You have everything—kids, Jared Quinn, a family. But what about ? I have nothing but myself. Everyone despises . Even when I tried to shoot a TV series, people avoided like the plague, calling fake. I have nothing, and I’m so tired. Just go back. This is my choice. I choose to leave."
Kiki Sutton said it all expressionlessly, feeling as if her heart was emptied, as she moved slowly towards the edge.
"Kiki, don’t move. Calm down. You still have , okay? It doesn’t matter how others see you, but if you give up now, you’ll just be a joke to them. At most, when they hear the news tomorrow, they’ll talk about you for a mont before it’s forgotten like the wind. No one will rember you, and you don’t even have a successful film yet. Wait until you’re famous, then they’ll rember you. Please, don’t die in vain."
"lody," Jared Quinn held her with one arm, afraid she might suddenly rush forward.
Harold Chapman and Leon Rivers didn’t dare to approach at this mont, fearing it might agitate Kiki Sutton further.
"It’s too late for . The entertainnt company has terminated my contract too," Kiki said in despair.
She heard the things Hans Montrose said, and he wouldn’t let her go. Even if she didn’t die, he would find other ways to deal with her, like that so-called mute drug?
"lody, take care of yourself. Don’t trust those around you" – especially Hans Montrose.
"Kiki, Kiki, don’t," lody Thorne’s emotions surged, making her parched throat feel like throwing up, and her body felt incredibly uncomfortable.
Kiki Sutton glanced back at lody Thorne and then continued walking towards the edge. She no longer had any desire to live, not the slightest.
"Kiki," suddenly another person appeared on the rooftop—it was Ashton Young.
He had just experienced despair caused by Kiki Sutton, his face still swollen and looking quite miserable.
Hearing Ashton Young’s voice, Kiki Sutton, who was about to jump, stopped and turned to look, speaking with bitter self-mockery, "What? Are you here to settle scores with too?"
"No," Ashton Young replied straightforwardly, "I’m here to tell you sothing."
"I don’t think there’s anything to talk about between us."
"Do you recognize this?" Ashton Young stood not far from Kiki Sutton, adjusting the brightness of his phone screen deliberately high. On the screen was an unclothed woman lying on the bed, but her delicate face was clearly visible.
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