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

down the stairs like a ragdoll. Even though Jack moved fast, he wasn't quick enough to catch her. By the time

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 fatality wasn't

with accusation. "Why didn't you hold on

Jae was barely holding up too? How much longer did you expect her to

Eric in my heart before turning to Jack, unable to resist reminding him, "Shouldn't you be taking her to the hospital? If

the door.

concluded that there was nothing seriously wrong. It was just a minor

rest at home would do

that she stay in

saw me, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in terror as she pointed at me, and tears quickly welled

did you push me

me froze