Chapter 181 Sorry, but I Can't Forgive Her
As Darian spoke, Tabitha's face became even paler.
She hadn't expected Darian to be so heartless.
Tabitha didn't dare to stay here any longer and hurriedly went to the rooftop to find Ophelia.
Cecily glanced back at the cold-faced Darian and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to check on her? What if she really jumps?"
"She wouldn't dare," Darian said in a frigid tone, not intending to pay attention to it.
Hayden and Declan glanced outside. They couldn't miss out on such excitement.
Hayden spoke up, "Then we'll go out and have a look for you. Maybe we can stop her if she really jumps."
With that, the two of them excitedly ran out.
Cecily was speechless.
At that moment, there were many people on the rooftop and the ground floor. Ophelia sat on the railing, crying with red eyes and a runny nose. She looked as if she had been abandoned by everyone, feeling desolate and pitiful.
Her fragile body sat in the windy spot, swaying in the wind as if about to collapse.
Tabitha rushed up the stairs, knowing that Ophelia wouldn't actually jump, but this scene still made her anxious. She cried out, "Ophelia, come down quickly, Mom begs you to come down, please don't give up."
Seeing Tabitha come back, Ophelia's heart lifted, and she shook her head in response. "No, Mom, I'm so tired of living. I haven't done anything wrong, but I've been wrongly accused like this. I loved Darian so much, but he doesn't want me anymore... I don't want to live anymore..."
Ophelia lowered her head, trembling as she sobbed.
She continued, lost in her own thoughts: "The only person I have ever loved is Darian, and the only person I wanted to marry is him. Without him, my life has no meaning..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, but it seemed like she was talking to Darian.
"Ophelia... Ophelia..."
Tabitha felt anxious and gave Ophelia a few glances. Ophelia slowly lifted her head, but she didn't see Darian as she had expected. Her face stiffened slightly, and she looked at Tabitha in surprise.
Why didn't Darian come over?
Tabitha furrowed her brow and constantly signaled to Ophelia, trying to convey something to her.
Ophelia's mouth twitched.
Did Darian not want to come see her?
Even in her current state, did he still have no compassion?
Ophelia's heart felt an icy chill at that moment.
"Don't wait, Darian will not come," Hayden's voice came with a tone of mockery.
Hayden and Declan walked leisurely toward them, stopping a few meters away from Ophelia.
Ophelia narrowed her delicate eyebrows as she looked at the two of them. "Declan, Hayden?"
Declan chuckled lightly. "Miss Ophelia, you should come down. It's cool up there, be careful not to catch a cold and make things worse."
"And where is Darian?" Ophelia quickly asked.
"We already said Darian won't come. Keep your little tricks to yourself."
Ophelia's face darkened completely, her emotions fluctuating between anger and pain.
Tabitha saw that Ophelia was in a difficult position and hurriedly stepped forward, pushing Hayden and Declan away.
"Don't you two have any hearts? Ophelia is in this state, yet you're here aggravating her. If something happens to her, will you take responsibility?"
"Hmph."
Hayden smirked coldly, his smile filled with undisguised mockery.
"If she really wanted to jump, she would have done it already. So why wait? Come on, jump and give it a try."
Ophelia clenched her hand tightly by her side.
Now everyone was watching her, and the people who were just trying to persuade her realized something after hearing Hayden's words. Their gaze toward Ophelia changed.
Ophelia was stuck in a dilemma. Whether she jumped or not, it wouldn't be good.
Hayden slowly withdrew his gaze. "Declan, let's go back. Let's not disturb Miss Ophelia's attempt to jump off the building."
"Haha, all right."
Declan couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.
Ophelia clenched her teeth, feeling deeply insulted. She leaned back slightly and glanced down below. It was the 18th floor, and there was no chance of survival if she fell.
Her heart felt a chill, and a gust of cold wind blew. She quickly grabbed onto the railing, afraid of falling.
She gritted her teeth. All eyes were on her now. If she didn't continue the performance, today's act would become a joke.
Ophelia looked at Tabitha and took a deep breath. She slowly leaned back.
"Ophelia!" Tabitha quickly rushed forward.
The spectators around were also shocked to see this scene and instinctively rushed forward. Ophelia was suddenly pulled down from the railing by several people.
In the struggle, many people accidentally pulled on her wound, causing Ophelia to sweat in pain.
Tabitha hugged Ophelia and wept bitterly, making them look like a pair of unfortunate mother and daughter.
Hayden looked at this scene, his eyes filled with mockery and coldness.
If Ophelia really dared to jump, he would truly admire her. However, she just slowly fell, and wasn't it just giving others time to pull her back?
Ridiculous.
The rooftop was bustling, and so was the ground floor.
The doctor called Cecily to go to the office. As soon as Cecily walked out of the ward, she met Raphael and Liora, who were pushing Matilda.
Upon seeing Cecily, Liora directly approached and grabbed Cecily's hand, crying with snot and tears, "Cecily, we finally see you. How can you be so heartless? Elysia is your own sister. You can't send her to jail."
Ophelia had Owen protecting her, but Elysia, the scapegoat, wasn't so lucky.
She was currently being held at the police station.
Cecily lowered her eyes and coldly brushed away Liora's hand, then lifted her gaze to look at Liora. "Sisters? Did she consider me as her sister when she was trying to harm my child?"
"No, Elysia has always regarded you as her sister. She only did such a foolish thing because she was threatened by that girl from the Flores family. Cecily, as her sister, can you forgive her?" Liora looked pitifully at Cecily.
However, the expression in Cecily's eyes remained icy.
"Sorry, but I can't forgive her."
"Cecily!" Raphael frowned and called out to Cecily with dissatisfaction. "Even if Dad begs you, please spare your sister. She's young and naive, easily swayed by malicious people. She didn't have any ill intentions..."
"27 years old and still not mature? When will she ever be?" Cecily raised an eyebrow. "37 or 47? No offense, but do you believe what you just said?"
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