I looked coldly at Elsa as her emotions got the best of her while my heart remained indifferent.
"So what?" I asked softly. "You think you can just keep hurting others to satisfy yourself?"
After speaking, I glanced at the door. "Still hiding?"
No sooner had I spoken than Jack's figure appeared outside the door.
I had already spotted him in the corner when he came in with the police earlier. He must have been worried about Elsa, which was why he stayed close. But he did it without her knowing to avoid adding more pressure on her.
I confirmed it when I saw Elsa hurriedly sending messages, panic evident in her actions.
At this moment, Jack's expression was conflicted, his gaze shifting between me and Elsa.
Elsa turned pale and immediately rushed to Jack, tears pouring from her eyes. "Jack, don't listen to her nonsense! It's not like that..."
I watched her indifferently. "At this point, you're still acting?"
I turned to Jack. "By now, you must have figured out what kind of person she really is, right? Isn't it time for you to wake up?"
If Jack could detach himself from his feelings for Elsa, he wouldn't have gotten into that car accident, and things wouldn't have ended the way they did in my past life.
Our parents wouldn't have been so heartbroken, and the Brown family would've had a better chance of surviving.
Jack met my gaze, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
He lowered his head and glanced at the sobbing Elsa in his arms. "It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'll take you home."
At his words, both Elsa and I were stunned.
Elsa was the first to react. She leaned into Jack's embrace and nodded. "Jack, take me home."
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