Fifty-five stories up, at a breath-stealing height of 200 meters, Antonia stood teetering in the biting wind, trembling from head to toe, her cries piercing the air, “Dad, Daddy!”

Estelle, clutching a part of her coat that had become a makeshift swing, gave it a shake, prompting an even more terrified scream from Antonia.

Her face contorted by the gale, vertigo and fear stripped away all her previous arrogance and calm. She couldn’t stop screaming, “Estelle, what are you doing?”

“Estelle, let me go!”

“Please, let me go!”

Her cries were a mix of tears and desperation, quickly dried by the wind as she shook uncontrollably. Words failed her, leaving her with only her screams.

“Antonia!”

Suddenly a voice rang out urgently. Estelle turned to see Cliff Crawley rushing toward them with his team.

Antonia plummeted half a meter from the rooftop, unable to see Cliff but hearing his voice, she cried out, “Dad, save me, please save me!”

in a fit of panic, froze in place and watched breathlessly as the girl clung

slacks, and short, sturdy

life in her hands, she was as calm as a breeze on

Estelle, her eyes and

to anything!” Cliff tried to negotiate gently.

even know what your

done, I apologize to you on her behalf, and I promise you

I never accept apologies—I believe in

coat dangle a bit more, and the rooftop echoed with Antonia’s shrill

“Daddy, Daddy!”

on Estelle; the bodyguards he

want to know

around, her

“What did you say?”

of touch with Gab for quite some time? I can tell you—I know!” Cliff looked at Estelle earnestly.

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