My heart pounded with frantic urgency, yet I was still inexplicably tethered to Alexander, forced to arrive at the scene with him. Eleanor stood precariously on the rooftop of the Blackwood Industries building. Police and fire rescue teams were already in positi-
but she was already on the wrong side of the railing, one hand loosely grippi- ng the edge, the other holding her phone. If she let go, she would fall instantly.
- on. A negotiator was still trying to talk Eleanor down?
Alexander pushed through the crowd, stepping forward, pointing at Eleanor and screaming. “No surprise, you bred a little bastard
just like yourself, even your methods are identical! Go on, jump if you have the guts!”
Police officers grabbed Alexander, dragging him back. He struggled, refusing to yield, until a stern glare from an officer finally quie-
ted him. Eleanor, a serene smile on her face, looked utterly calm.
“I will die,” she declared, her voice carrying across the rooftop, “but before I do, I will clear Audrey’s name.”
“Elysium Aesthetics Clinic performed an illegal surgery, refusing Audrey anesthetic. The pain was so intense, it caused her internal
organs to fail, her heart to rupture.”
“Alexander Blackwood, you forcibly took Audrey, ordered the doctors to flay her alive, stripping her of all her skin, and then you cau-
sed her to die from massive blood loss and infection.”
“You desecrated her ashes, illegally demolished the orphanage, and forced innocent children onto the streets, leaving them home-
less.”
“And those photos? You’d have to be a pig–brained idiot to believe they were real! As a brother, to personally expose your sister to
public scrutiny and judgment online you are unfit to be human.”
–
“Finally, you yourself. You’re so brainless, easily deceived and humiliated. You refused to investigate, to think, to find the true culprit
who wronged you. Instead, you blamed Audrey directly. You are a selfish, depraved monster!”
With that, Eleanor offered a relieved smile and let go.
