Chapter 222 Over the Edge
Chapter 222 Over the Edge
That kind of medicine–the kind <b>that </b>made her cough up blood–was too harmful to take often. Sotely, Fisa had been carrying <b>around </b>specially <b>made </b>blood capsules,
The outeryer of those capsules was edible. Once she hit into one, she’d swallow the shell right away.
Now, with blood dripping from the corners of her lips, and more blood seeping from the scrapes on her anus and legs, she looked like shattered crimson ss–fragile and luminous, heartbreakingly beautiful
John and Simon were both so <b>shaken</b>, their eyes had gone red.
But she looked so badly hurt, <b>neither </b>of them dared to <b>touch </b>her, worried they’d make things worse. All <b>they </b>could do was <b>wait </b>for the doctor.
Lily’s phone <b>had </b>been thrown down the stairs by Elsa. <b>And </b>her micro camera had been linked to that phone.
Right now<b>, </b>that phone meant everything. She needed to get it back.
But just as she stepped toward the stairs, John grabbed her by the throat.
His grip was brutal. In a near–blind rage, he seized her neck so tightly that he lifted her off the floor. forcing her to perch on the railing, her upper body tilting dangerously backward.
The building’s ceilings were nearly four meters high.
Leaning back like this, her face turned slightly to the side, she could see the floor below–clear as day.
That sudden weightlessness sparked a terror deeper than anything she’d ever felt.
If John pushed just a little harder, she would go over the edge.
If shended on the back of her head, even if he didn’t break her neck, there was a very real chance she’d
dic.
She’d
close to death before.
But never like this.
She was terrified–terrified of splitting her skull open, of being paralyzed, of shattering her face or <b>never </b>waking up again.
She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe <b>that </b>John would go this far–<b>that </b>he would actually want to kill
her.
He had no right. No right to treat her like this.
“John, put me down!” she shouted.
Her body continued to tilt <b>backward</b>.
Her legs were slipping. She could barely keep herself hooked on the rail.
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Chapter 222 Over the Edge
Her upper body dangled, one wrong move away from a deadly fall.
“I didn’t push Elsa! 1-”
His grip tightened.
The next words caught in her throat like shards of <b>ss</b>.
His eyes zed with fury and disappointment..
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“You didn’t push Elsa? Are you saying she threw herself down the stairs?” he snapped. “She’s already. terminally ill. Do you know this fall might kill her? You think she’d risk her life just to frame <b>you</b><b>?</b>”
“You weren’t like this before, Lily. When did you turn so bitter? So cruel?”
“She did throw herself down, 1–I have proof…” Lily <b>rasped</b>.
But her throat ached so badly, and her body was tilted so far back, that her voice came out garbled and hoarse. No one could make out <b>what </b>she was trying to say.
“<b>John</b>, you-
To Simon, she looked like a dying swan–neck craned, gasping, on the verge of falling. He felt a strange difort rise in his chest.
He took a step forward, instinctively wanting to stop John.
But then he looked down at Elsa, lying there, soaked in blood.
<b>How </b>could he worry about Lily, and still call himself Elsa’s?
In the end, he didn’t move.
“Lily, speak up! What the hell is wrong with you? You tried to <b>kill </b>her because you’re jealous, is that it?”
John’s <b>voice </b>cracked with rage. “What gives you the right to hurt Elsa? The one who should be bleeding out on the ground–it’s you, not her!”
“I didn’t hurt Elsa…”
But her voice was still lost, buried under pain and airless gasps.
She couldn’t reach her phone. She couldn’t pull up the video that showed Elsa throwing herself down the
stairs.
She couldn’t prove her innocence,
A surge of fury swelled inside her–hot, bitter, helpless.
She hated John for being so cold, so blind, so cruel.
She hated Elsa for her poisonous heart, for alwaysing after her, <b>and </b>for John–this blind, deluded man–to always believe her without question.
Chapter 222 Over the Edge
She <b>was </b>choking on the injustice.
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She had the <b>truth</b>, the evidence. <b>And </b>still, she was the one being threatened, being hurt–maybe even about to die.
She gripped John’s wrists with both hands, trying to pry him off her neck.
But her strength wasn’t enough to save herself.
If anything, the movement only worsened her bnce. Her body wobbled, dangerously close to toppling backward.
“Simon… I didn’t hurt Elsa.”
Lily knew Simon couldn’t be trusted. He wasn’t some good guy.
But no one else was there. John had gone insane.
She could only hope Simon had even a shred of decency left.
“I–I have proof. I…
Simon could vaguely make out what she was saying.
And as he watched her struggle, her body trembling on the edge of a deadly fall, something deep in his chest twisted with pain.