This was just to comfort herself.
Molly Walker grabbed Fourth Sister's hand, her eyes red and swollen, "Call the police, and an ambulance."
She didn't dare to look at the edge, fearing to witness the most heartbreaking scene.
Fourth Sister started making the call.
Michael Gallagher looked at her, their gazes met, and he felt a surge of hatred.
"Michael, you said you wouldn't hurt him."
Molly spoke word by word, her voice weak and feeble.
"I didn't hurt him." Michael frowned, his face expressing a thin layer of anger, "He chose to jump."
"Would he jump on his own... without your provocation?" Molly's voice trembled slightly, as fragile as a shattered feather that would disperse in the wind with a single blow, "Michael Gallagher, do you dare to say that his jumping off the building has nothing to do with you?"
"If anything happens to Harry Lambert, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."
Never forgiving for a lifetime...
Michael's face turned cold.