Evelyn rushed to the rooftop entrance.

A crowd blocked her path.

Ryan Roland's assistant stood guard at the door.

"Miss Nan, Miss Roland jumped because of you. Must you provoke her further?"

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"What grudge does she hold against Miss Roland?"

"Driving a Roland heiress to jump? Impressive."

"Rushing forward now? Is she impatient for Miss Roland to jump faster?"

Marcus Valentine and Penelope Valentine arrived.

Marcus snapped, "Enough with the nonsense!"

Penelope spoke softly, "Brother, they're not wrong."

"Miss Roland was already upset this morning about the bridesmaid situation."

She looked at Grace and sighed. "Grace, Miss Roland is delicate. Couldn't you have been more accommodating?"

All eyes turned to Grace.

Marcus frowned. "What conflict did they have?"

Penelope hesitated. "I'm not entirely sure..."

"But when Miss Roland asked her to leave, she threw a chair."

"And threatened us."

She lowered her voice. "I think I saw her speaking with Mr. Roland..."

"It seemed like business discussions. That must have angered Miss Roland."

Marcus looked at Grace. "Are you that desperate for money?"

"Isn't the Valentine and Sherwood collaboration enough?"

"Why provoke her?"

Evelyn's cold gaze swept over the crowd.

"Let me through. I can save her."

Penelope gave a light laugh. "How rude, Miss Nan."

"Calling Miss Roland by her full name. Are you that familiar?"

Condemnation erupted around them.

"How dare you address Miss Roland so informally?"

"Think you're aristocracy just because your friend married into the Valentines?"

"Know your place..."

Evelyn took a deep breath.

"Step aside!"

Penelope looked at Marcus. "You see, brother?"

"She's had this attitude since morning. No wonder Miss Roland was upset."

Marcus frowned but remained silent.

Evelyn tried to move past him.

Marcus grabbed her arm. "Grace..."

"Chloe Roland jumped because of me."

"Only I can save her."

"Any delay could cost her life!"

Evelyn's eyes burned with urgency.

That look reminded Marcus of Evelyn from San Francisco.

Same face, entirely different presence.

Yet in this moment, they overlapped perfectly.

Marcus released her arm. "I'm coming with you."

"Fine."

Penelope followed closely. "Brother, I'm coming too."

"Miss Roland and I are acquainted."

On the sixty-eighth floor rooftop.

A fierce wind whipped against them, making it hard to stand steady.

Penelope's steps faltered slightly.

She adjusted and continued forward.

Evelyn searched desperately for Chloe Roland.

Rooftop structures obstructed her view.

Sobbing guided her direction.

Chloe's voice trembled with tears.

"Brother, even you lied to me!"

"You want to work with her because she resembles your savior, don't you?"

"Are you transferring your feelings for your savior onto her?"

Ryan's voice was frantic. "Chloe, I was wrong."

"No more collaborations. Just come down!"

"No!"

Chloe screamed. "You liar!"

"You brought her to the hotel during the groom's procession."

"You're projecting your savior's qualities onto her."

"You're not my brother! I'll never trust you again!"

"Chloe! It's not like that, let me explain—"

"I won't listen! I don't want to see her!"

"If even you and our parents forget our savior..."

"If Alexander Vance forgets our savior..."

"I'd rather die to make you remember her!"

Chloe's voice broke.

"It's only been a month..."

"Just one month..."

"Alexander Vance finds a replacement..."

"You and Marcus Valentine both focus on Grace..."

"But she's not our savior!"

"How could you transfer your affections?"

"Are you betraying our savior's memory?"

Chloe choked back sobs.

"Brother, search your conscience..."

"When you see her, don't you think of our savior?"

Ryan fell silent.

Chloe gave a bitter laugh. "I knew it."

"I saw it too..."

"How can I see our savior's shadow in someone else?"

"If our savior were still here..."

"To discover in just one month..."

"That woman became her husband's lover..."

"Became the boss of her subordinate..."

"That woman completely replaced her..."

"How heartbroken would our savior be?"

Ryan's eyes reddened.

Marcus halted his steps.

Memories of Evelyn surfaced, bringing sorrow to his eyes.

That vibrant spirit could never be replaced.

She was his own cousin.

How could Grace's appearance dilute his grief?

Evelyn broke through the crowd.

She sprinted toward the rooftop edge.

The wind whipped her long hair wildly.

She saw Chloe's fragile figure.

Standing outside the railing, teetering dangerously.

"Chloe!"

Evelyn called out.

Chloe whipped her head around.

Her tear-blurred eyes flew wide open.

Evelyn continued forward.

Her voice cut through the wind.

"I'm here."

"You wanted to see me, didn't you?"