N rushed over to Vrie, but in her <b>panic</b>, she stumbled and fell beside her.


    Vrie’s eyes were closed, her clothes torn and ragged, and her face bore visible handprints.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Seeing the blood pooling beneath Vrie, N finally remembered to call for emergency help. Her hands shook as she fumbled with her phone, dialing several times before finally getting through.


    With a trembling voice, she reported that someone had fallen from a building, choking up as she provided the address.


    After hanging up, N dared not touch Vrie. She trembled uncontrobly, tears streaming down her face.


    Vrie hade here to celebrate her birthday. If something happened to her, N would never forgive herself.


    Nearby, a ck Maybach was stopped at a red light.


    Noticing the crowd gathered around the hotel, Spencer nced over curiously and then frowned.


    He spoke up. “Mr. Sumner, the person in the center of the crowd appears to be Ms. Jayston-”


    Before he finished speaking, the sound of a car door opening came from behind.


    Spencer turned in surprise to see Damon swiftly crossing the street.


    For the first time, N felt time dragging on endlessly. With each passing second, it seemed like Vrie’s breathing grew fainter.


    In her daze, she was transported back six years to when Harrison Pharmaceuticals went bankrupt and Harrison had coughed up blood and copsed in front of her.


    The ringing in her ears grew deafening. She covered her ears, her already pale face now nearly colorless.


    “N… N!” A deep voice pulled her back from the darkness.


    N looked up, her gaze slowly focusing. The moment she saw Damon, she grabbed his hand desperately, as if he <b>were </b>a lifeline.


    “M–Mr. Sumner, c–can you help me? Vrie fell from the building. I–I called for an ambnce, but it’s been so long, and t–they still haven’t arrived…” she stuttered,


    Damon frowned. “Don’t panic. I’ll handle it.”


    Within five minutes of Damon making the phone call, the ambnce arrived. The paramedics assessed Vrie’s condition and quickly ced her on a stretcher and into the ambnce.


    In the ambnce, N shakily asked the paramedic about Vrie’s condition.


    The paramedic said solemnly, “She needs surgery. We can’t be sure of the specifics yet.”


    Upon reaching the nearest hospital, Vrie was immediately rushed into surgery.


    Seeing N staring intently at the operating room, Damon pulled her aside and said softly, “Don’t worry.


    she’ll be fine.”


    N covered her face, tears slipping through her fingers. It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for celebrating my birthday, she wouldn’t have fallen.”


    Noting her distress, Damon gently removed her hands from her face and forced her to look at him.


    Isn’t your


    fault. No one wanted this to happen. I’ll make sure we find out exactly what happened.


    Vrie was an adult. She wouldn’t just fall from a building without a reason. Either someone had pushed her, or the situation was so dire that she had had to justip. Regardless, this was no ident.


    “Yes, call the police…” N murmured as she fumbled for her phone.


    Before she could unlock it, arge hand grasped her wrist.


    “I’ll take care of this. Your job right now is to stay calm. <b>Don’t </b>be afraid. Vrie will be fine,” Damon reassured her.


    N’s frantic heart began to settle as she looked into Damon’s calm eyes. “I understand. Thank you”


    Seeing her calm down a bit, Damon released his grip, moved aside, and called Spencer to review the hotel’s surveince footage to determine what had happened before <b>Vrie’s </b>fall.


    Soon, Spencer called back, “Mr. Sumner, the hotel’s surveince cameras were down an hour before Ms. Weir fell. We haven’t been able to find anything.”