"Angela, I'm truly sorry," Trevor said, bowing deeply. Then, without a word of warning, he spread his arms wide, leaned back, and let himself fall from the rooftop.
The crowd was stunned into silence, and Natalie, overcome by the shock, fainted on the spot.
Angela stood frozen, equally in disbelief. While others might have known about the safety air cushion below, few would have remained so calm. Trevor's actions were completely irrational, like a madman's reckless stunt.
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In the ward, Trevor's vital signs had stabilized, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Trevor, are you alright? How do you feel?" Natalie asked, her voice trembling as she wiped her tears and gently caressed his face.
He didn't respond, his gaze shifting to the others around him.
Angela took her place at the back of the room, knowing it was only a matter of time before he would call out to her. As expected, he did. "Angela."
Trevor's voice was hoarse, his body weak, but a spark of hope was in his eyes.
"Have I made it up to you?" he asked, his voice anxious, clearly dreading her rejection.
"You've scared Grandma," Angela said flatly, her expression unchanged despite his dramatic display.
Trevor's face went pale, as though the air had been knocked out of him.
"Angela, could you please be a little kinder?" Natalie pleaded, her voice soft but insistent. She had warned Angela about this earlier.
Angela chuckled softly. "You don't need to ask. This won't change how I feel. If anything, it makes me think you're being reckless, disregarding everyone who cares about you."
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