h4Chapter 58: Chapter 57: Shock/h4

    When Elliana Lyle woke up, it was already the next morning. She felt groggy from sleep, with multiple areas of her body feeling sore and weak, especially her left cheek, which was faintly aching and seemed swollen.

    She twisted her body to sit up from the covers, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. The ring white light from the phone shone on her face, making her appear unusually pale in the dim environment with ckout curtains tightly drawn.

    Elliana’s first reaction: It’s 7 o’clock, time to get up and head to the film crew.

    In her phone’s message bar, there were several notifications from Weibo.

    Shock! Business Tycoon Simon King caught having an affair with a popr actress in a hotel...

    "Who is it?" A confused Elliana was immediately piqued with curiosity and realized who it was after clicking into the page!

    An indecent photo of a man and woman had been exposed, showing Simon King with eyes zing in anger and Timara Zephyr’s eyes blurry, filled with lust. The carefully ced mosaic preserved thest shred of dignity for Timara.

    Thements below were dense; without insults, they consisted of appalling vulgarities,beling Timara as a slut.

    Elliana bit her lip, unable to suppress the urge to pat her chest in relief, thankful that it was Timara and not her.

    She recalled that she had also been drugged, and her clothes had already been changed, sending a chill through her heart!

    But slowly recollecting, it seemed... it was Norman Bet who had saved her, providing a measure offort in her heart.

    She turned on the light, got out of bed, and wearing slippers, stepped out of the master bedroom. Upon seeing here out, Lana hurriedly went to support her.

    "Ma’am, are you feeling better?" Lana’s action in supporting her was gentle, her eyes filled with concern.

    Elliana shook her muddled head, "It’s nothing, Lana. How did I get back yesterday?"

    Seemingly noticing Elliana’s doubts, Lana exined, "It was the young master who carried you back, Ma’am, rest assured."

    "Oh~" That’s good, that’s good!

    Elliana sat on the sofa and casually asked, "Where’s Norman Bet? Has he gone out again?"

    "Yes, it seems the young master has something important to handle and might be backter." Lana said.

    Sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Elliana felt like sitting on the tatami mat to bask in the sun.

    Looking down from the transparent ss window at the bustling street below, she saw arge crowd gathered downstairs.

    Strange, why are there so many people outside Vicars Hotel? Crowded, forming a circle with an empty space in the middle.

    They were all looking upward.

    The sky?

    Elliana instinctively looked up but saw nothing.

    "Lana, what happened downstairs?" Elliana asked while unlocking the window and giving it a push!

    Instantly!

    The noise rushed to her ears; she could hear the shouts from downstairs but couldn’t discern what they were specifically shouting.

    Soon, she saw in the distance arge red truck, ring sirens as it approached — a fire truck, still rtively far away.

    Lana put down what she was holding, quickly ran over to take a look, and then ran to the door to call the front desk upstairs.

    "Hello, what happened downstairs?"

    After a few seconds, Lana hung up the phone. By this time, Elliana was already staring at her, looking eager to know what had happened.

    "Ma’am, the front desk said that actress Timara Zephyr is about to jump off from the rooftop terrace!" Lana’s expression wasn’t good,forting the slightly stunned Elliana who had heard the news: "Ma’am, don’t be afraid."

    Timara is going to jump off the building!

    Of course, how did she not think of it, such a big scandal, Timara must feel like she can’t live any longer!

    Thinking to quickly phone Luna, but still couldn’t get through; she remembered Luna’s phone hadn’t been reachable all day yesterday, and Luna had called back via Inte phone—it was impossible to call back.

    "Lana, I need to go up and look!" Elliana said and headed for the door.

    Lana knew she couldn’t stop her, so she said, "Ma’am, I’ll go with you."

    The door opened, and Elliana was stunned to see several burly men in suits outside! With a bang, she mmed the door shut again!

    ...

    After a while, Elliana opened the door again, heading for the rooftop-essible safe passage, with Lana and six strong bodyguards following her.

    Vicars Hotel rooftop.

    A lot of staff were already standing at the furthest distance from Timara, trying to persuade her, provoking Timara into yelling at them. They dared not approach, fearing Timara might die there, which would be unlucky and bad for business.

    Since the scandal broke, everyone’s attitude had changed; she was no longer a popr actress. She was now just an adulterous mistress scorned by everyone.

    At that moment, Timara was quietly sitting at the edge of the rooftop, the cold sunlight shining on her smooth skin. She was merely wrapped in a robe that didn’t cover much; at this point, did it matter what she wore?

    It didn’t matter anymore.

    She was waiting for someone, but she wasn’t sure if she was waiting for someone to push her to jump or someone to save her life.

    "Timara!"

    This crisp yet somewhat harsh voice startled Timara. She slowly turned her head; it was that "clean" woman, Elliana.

    Clean to the point of being blinding, Timara’s deathly pale face first showed jealousy, then anger, then emptiness. She was about to die; what else could she hate?

    She ultimately waited for someone who made her want to die.

    Her dangling feet heavilynded on the extra tform. Timara stood up, just a step away from death.

    "Timara! Wait! You can’t!" Elliana was truly urgent, admitting she hated Timara’s vicious n, admitting that seeing the news gave her a sense of relief, but she never thought Timara would seek death.

    Life is genuinely fragile, unbearable of setbacks.

    "Timara, listen to me..."

    "Say what? You’ve seen my joke? Are you happy now?" Timara interrupted Elliana, turning her head to stare intently at the anxious girl.

    Elliana shook her head; she dared not approach but continued, "Listen to me,e down first, if there’s a problem, let’s solve the problem. Don’t you dislike me? If you die, how can you continue disliking me?"

    Timara said nothing, still staring at her, yet a flicker of light passed through her empty gaze. It seemed like she didn’t really want to die, but how... could it be possible?

    "Don’te over!"

    Intending to sneak closer while Timara was distracted, Elliana immediately stopped.

    Timara brushed away the hair that fell on her face, revealing a sneer, "You know what? Initially, the one meant to sleep with Simon King was you! I drugged you, why didn’t you go? If today’s news was about you and you were the one jumping, I’d definitelye to see you make a fool of yourself!"

    The tone was like mocking an idiot, making Elliana inexplicably angry, yet she dared not provoke Timara.

    She was acting out of humanitarian concern; at this moment, she saw Timara as a peer, as a life.

    And if Timara’s n had seeded, it would be her walking the dead-end road.

    What would it mean if Timara just died like this now? She wanted her in jail, to repent properly, and never rise again.

    "Timara, do you know what it feels like to be dying?"

    Elliana asked with a gentle tone, but Timara was stunned. She didn’t know what Elliana was trying to say.

    "Painful, dark, you can’t see, you can’t hear, you can sense life as a thin thread, but you can’t grasp it. You’ll remember all the beauty in life, then you’ll be scared, you’ll regret... But all these are transient. The most painful thing is when you want to regret, yet it’s toote."

    As she spoke, Elliana’s eyes reddened, deeply remembering Norman Bet holding her in that rainy night; she truly wished to stay, but it was all toote.

    "What do you mean? Are you pretending to be a good person?" Unconsciously, Timara already shed two lines of tears. She kept shaking her head, not believing Elliana; the woman trying to persuade her was probably just trying to set up a persona, to gain attention, yet she couldn’t let her seed, could she?

    "Dying is the least worthwhile thing; trust me this once, just this once, okay?" Elliana slowly extended her hand, just stopping there.

    However, the hotel staff recording with their phones behind Elliana deeply stabbed at the heartfelt Timara.