Subconsciously, I looked up, staring at the sky in shock.
Soone was falling from the hotel above, headfirst, at an insane speed. Our eyes t for a split second, but it was enough to send chills down my spine.
It was Scarlett!
Scarlett’s eyes were locked on , and then there was a loud thud. She had hit the ground hard, and blood splattered everywhere. Her head was beyond recognition from the impact, but her eyes stayed open, staring at .
I felt her blood splatter on my face. She was only a few steps away.
I forgot to scream, my knees turned to jelly, and I was overwheld by fear and nausea.
"Ah!" Luna, behind , let out a cry. Mitch realized sothing was off and rushed over to comfort her.
I stumbled back a few steps, feeling dizzy. Luckily, soone grabbed and stopped from falling, then covered my eyes and said, "Don’t look."
I was trembling all over, my mind a chaotic ss. Suddenly, I rembered what Scarlett had said earlier.
Jones’s condition for stopping her from committing suicide was to have a al with . So, was it her plan to invite for dinner today?
Or was it that she couldn’t bear her fate and couldn’t accept that her worth in Jones’s eyes was just having a al with ?
My face turned pale, and my breathing beca ragged. I couldn’t see anything, but I could still sll the blood.
I turned and threw up.
Damon patted my back gently and said, "I’ll take you ho."
I wasn’t throwing up anything, but my stomach was cramping. My vision blurred, and I felt like I was going crazy.
Damon held my shoulders, supporting up and leading to his car. He settled into the passenger seat.
"Listen, it’s not your fault. What you just saw was an accident." Damon said, holding my face gently yet seriously.
"But I ca to see her today. How could she..." I stuttered. I could stay calm in the face of other things, but watching soone who had just eaten with fall to her death in front of was terrifying beyond words.
And I was certain that Scarlett had orchestrated that drama on purpose.
Damon gripped my trembling shoulders, "You’ve saved her once, but she didn’t appreciate it. You didn’t do anything wrong, understand?"
"Damon, I..." I hadn’t realized tears were streaming down my face.
"I’ll take you ho. Soone will call the police here." Damon didn’t let continue. Instead, he closed the car door, got into the driver’s seat, and drove off.
Staying there would have only shocked further.
Damon took to his Estates. I was in a daze, sitting on the couch, unable to snap out of it.
Damon brought a warm, wet towel to wipe the blood off my face. His eyebrows were furrowed, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Damon, I..." I couldn’t say what I wanted to, but I knew I needed to say sothing.
"What am I going to do with you?" Damon dropped the towel, sounding helpless, "I told you; Scarlett’s life and death has nothing to do with you. If you hadn’t saved her last ti, things wouldn’t have gotten this complicated."
I was stunned. If hadn’t stopped Scarlett from jumping off the building, she would have been dead, and most people would have focused on Jones. I would have just been a side note.
But then, all attention was on .
I held my forehead in pain, remaining silent.
"Go take a shower." Damon said.
I got up like I was in a dream and went to take a shower. When I got out, dried off, and draped in a towel, a set of clothes was waiting for .
The clothes must have been prepared by Damon. I quietly put them on.
In the living room, Damon was on the phone, "Keep the heat down on this topic."
"Yeah, you guys know what to do, right?"
My instinct told he was dealing with Scarlett’s suicide. Because it would have definitely involved .
Looking at Damon’s back, I felt terrible. Guilt, anxiety, and fear all rushed to my heart, making restless.
Seeing co out, Damon hung up the phone. He walked over and ruffled my hair, "What’s wrong? Not drying your hair? You think it’s sumr?"
"Damon, take back to my parents house ." I didn’t care about my hair. I wanted to go ho.
If it really implicated , I would face it head-on. I did nothing wrong. Scarlett didn’t cherish her life and even tried to punish with her death. I wouldn’t just sit back and take it.
Damon shook his head, "Wait till I finish dealing with things here, then you can go."
"Take back. I can’t rely on you to solve all my problems." I started to calm down.
I didn’t know what to say. It’s easy to rely on soone, but could I rely on that person for life?
I wasn’t sure.
After a while, I asked to go back again. After my repeated requests, Damon finally took back to my parents house .
It was late at night. After Damon dropped off, he went to rest next door.
"Call if you need anything." He reminded before leaving.
"Okay, I got it." Although I had cald down, my mood was still very low. The scene of Scarlett’s death kept flashing in my mind.
After Damon left, I went ho. My mom and Hannah were already asleep.
In my room, I stared at my phone, checking for any news about Scarlett’s suicide.
But all night, I saw no related news. Did Damon really handle it?
My phone rang. It was Luna.
"Eliana, can’t sleep either?" Luna’s voice was hoarse and tired.
"Yeah, how about you?" I was just as exhausted.
"Oh crap! Had Scarlett lost her marbles or what? She jumped off a building right after we finished dinner with her. Now, the image of her death keeps popping up in my mind, giving nightmares every ti I try to sleep!" Luna was really ticked off, speaking with intense emotion.
Anyone would be upset by that because it was supposed to have nothing to do with her, but it ended up being a huge pain in the neck.
I felt guilty and said, "Luna, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t asked you to join for that eting, you wouldn’t have had to witness such a horrifying scene."
"Ah well, it’s not your fault; it’s Scarlett who was too impulsive." Luna tried to comfort and said, "You have to chill. This is definitely not your fault!"
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