Urged on by Natalie, Marico ran up a few steps before turning back to see her struggling to pull herself up the stairs. Only then did he realize her leg was injured.
"How old is your daughter?"
"She just turned six."
Marico nodded and quickened his pace toward the roof.
Once on the rooftop, Marico searched around but couldn't find anyone. Just as he was beginning to think the woman had tricked him, he heard a faint crying from nearby.
It was intermittent and weak, like the mewling of a kitten.
He followed the sound and found himself at the railing. Looking down, he saw a little girl clinging to the bars with one hand and clutching a tabby cat with the other. Her feet were balanced precariously on a large sign below. They were on the roof of a thirty-story building.
Even a man like Marico frowned at the sight.
"Mister… I'm so scared…" Kristin cried out for help when she saw him.
Marico hated it when women cried, and this small, cute version was no exception. Nevertheless, he climbed onto the railing and bent down, trying to grab the little girl's wrist.
"Mister… I can't hold on…"
"Then drop the cat and grab the railing with both hands!"
"No, it will die."
"You'll die too if you keep talking nonsense!"
"Please save Rose first, mister."
Marico took a deep breath. "Your parents must be idiots to have raised a little idiot like you."
"Mister… hic… are you calling me names?"



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