The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 222 Over the Edge

Chapter 222 Over the Edge

That kind of medicine–the kind that made her cough up blood–was too harmful to take often. So lately, Fisa had been carrying around specially made blood capsules,

The outer layer of those capsules was edible. Once she hit into one, she’d swallow the shell right away.

Now, with blood dripping from the corners of her lips, and more blood seeping from the scrapes on her anus and legs, she looked like shattered crimson glass–fragile and luminous, heartbreakingly beautiful

John and Simon were both so shaken, their eyes had gone red.

But she looked so badly hurt, neither of them dared to touch her, worried they’d make things worse. All they could do was wait for the doctor.

Lily’s phone had been thrown down the stairs by Elsa. And her micro camera had been linked to that phone.

Right now, that phone meant everything. She needed to get it back.

But just as she stepped toward the stairs, John grabbed her by the throat.

His grip was brutal. In a near–blind rage, he seized her neck so tightly that he lifted her off the floor. forcing her to perch on the railing, her upper body tilting dangerously backward.

The building’s ceilings were nearly four meters high.

Leaning back like this, her face turned slightly to the side, she could see the floor below–clear as day.

That sudden weightlessness sparked a terror deeper than anything she’d ever felt.

If John pushed just a little harder, she would go over the edge.

If she landed on the back of her head, even if he didn’t break her neck, there was a very real chance she’d

dic.

She’d

close to death before.

But never like this.

open, of being paralyzed, of shattering her face or never

believe that John would go this far–that he

her.

right. No right to treat her like

me

continued to tilt

legs were slipping. She could barely keep

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dangled, one wrong move away from

didn’t push Elsa!

His grip tightened.

next words caught in her

with fury

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push Elsa? Are you saying she threw herself down the stairs?” he snapped. “She’s already. terminally ill. Do you know

like this before, Lily. When did you turn so bitter?

herself down,

throat ached so badly, and her body was tilted so far back, that her voice came out garbled and hoarse. No one could make

“John, you-

the verge of falling. He felt a strange discomfort rise in

took a step forward,

at Elsa, lying there, soaked in

worry about Lily,

the end, he didn’t

What the hell is wrong with you? You tried to kill her because you’re jealous,

cracked with rage. “What gives you the right to hurt Elsa? The one who should be bleeding out

“I didn’t hurt Elsa…”

lost, buried under pain and