Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 237 Quite the Storyteller

Elsa let out a startled cry the moment the words left her mouth, her body tipping backward.

Behind her was the staircase. Was she willing to go this far just to frame me?

My pupils shrank. I reached out and grabbed her wrist without hesitation.

She hadn't expected me to react so quickly. A flicker of panic flashed across her face, and she instinctively tried to shake me off. However, my grip was too firm for her to break free.

Before she could process what was happening, I shouted, "Someone, help! Hurry! Elsa lost her footing! Quick, help her!"

Truthfully, I could have pulled her back with just a little effort, but where was the fun in that?

Hearing my call, the people sitting on the couch immediately rushed over.

Elsa's expression tensed, and she was getting anxious. If she came out of this unscathed, all her efforts just now would have been for nothing.

committing to the act. Upon

moved fast, he wasn't quick enough to catch

had thrown herself down with such force that if I hadn't subtly nudged her sideways at the last second, she probably

lesson was necessary, but an actual

gaze burning with accusation. "Why didn't you hold on tighter? We

stepped in front of me, his voice cold. "Couldn't you see that Jae was barely holding up too? How much longer did you expect her to

Jack, unable to resist reminding him, "Shouldn't you be taking her to the hospital? If

then hurriedly carried Elsa out the door.

nothing seriously wrong. It was just a minor bump

rest at home

insisting that she stay in the

came to. The moment she saw me, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in terror as she pointed at me, and tears quickly

why did you push

except me froze at her