"Giggle giggle giggle, Arthur, you're quite the jokester."
Ella Lacey restrained her smile and poked her head out, looking worriedly toward the ground below, "Yolanda fell down, and though the building is not tall, I don't know how she is..."
"Leave it to fate," Arthur Lindsey said, his dark eyes slightly narrowed and his face grim.
Those four words reflected his cold attitude.
Whether Yolanda was alive or dead, he had no intention of intervening.
Did he think he hadn't heard, down below, Yolanda's invitation to Ella? Coming up to the rooftop to catch some air in this cold weather?
"Arthur, let's hurry down and check," Ella pushed ahead, already seeing several figures gathering below.
Arthur Lindsey had intended to ignore the situation.
But he couldn't resist his own Ella's kindness, so he could only follow her hurriedly downstairs.
Arriving at the scene of the accident.
