A flicker of delight crossed Penelope Valentine's eyes.
If Chloe Roland fell, she would certainly die.
The elite social circle of New York would lose one competitor.
Evelyn Ross's failed rescue would only deepen the conflict.
The Roland family would despise her to the bone.
Two birds with one stone.
She looked over excitedly.
A figure lunged toward the edge of the rooftop.
Evelyn Ross gripped Chloe Roland's wrist tightly.
Chloe dangled precariously in midair.
Evelyn leaned most of her body over the ledge.
Gravity pulled her downward.
At the critical moment, Ryan Roland and Marcus Valentine arrived.
They desperately grabbed Evelyn's legs.
The four of them barely stabilized the situation.
Chloe looked up at the person holding her.
Faintly, she remembered an afternoon three years ago in the hospital.
When her husband and mother-in-law had tormented her nearly to death.
That light who helped her make a phone call.
The two figures slowly overlapped.
She shook her head violently.
Tears streamed down her face.
"You're not my savior... How could I be mistaken again..."
Evelyn's arm muscles strained to their limit.
She shouted sharply, "Stop being foolish! I am Evelyn Ross!"
Chloe froze.
Then she began struggling wildly.
"Your tear mole is drawn on! I don't believe you!"
She even dug her nails into Evelyn's skin.
Evelyn felt no pain.
She roared behind her, "Pull me up!"
Ryan and Marcus exerted force simultaneously.
Evelyn's body slowly moved backward.
She never let go.
Only when Ryan grabbed Chloe's arm.
Did Evelyn collapse to the ground.
Her arms were weak and sore.
Her chest burned with pain.
Her white evening gown was scraped and bloodstained.
She ignored her own condition.
She quickly looked at Chloe.
Chloe lay on the ground staring at the sky.
Her eyes were empty and lifeless.
Her white skirt fluttered in the wind.
Like a butterfly with broken wings.
Ryan's eyes reddened.
"Do you only have Evelyn Ross in your eyes?"
"Are your parents and brother no longer important?"
Chloe's eyelashes fluttered.
"Three years ago, when I insisted on marrying to San Francisco."
"You should have considered me dead."
Ryan's throat tightened.
He suddenly understood.
Without Evelyn Ross.
His sister would have died in that hospital.
The Chloe Roland alive now.
Existed only for her savior.
Depression made her stubborn.
Saving her once couldn't save her every time.
Ryan clenched his fists.
Helplessness washed over him.
Evelyn crawled to Chloe's side.
She stared into the other's eyes.
"I only made a phone call."
"Your family gave you life and raised you!"
"How could you treat your life so lightly?"
Chloe wept bitterly.
"Grace, stop pretending."
"You saving me makes it impossible to face my savior."
Evelyn pulled her up abruptly.
"Come with me!"
She dragged Chloe through the safety door.
They entered the restroom.
Evelyn looked directly at her.
"Do you have makeup remover wipes?"
Chloe froze.
Evelyn's tone was firm.
"If the tear mole remains after removing makeup."
"Can that prove I am Evelyn Ross?"
Chloe sneered.
"Fine, let's see you perform!"
She pulled out a makeup remover wipe and handed it over.
Evelyn vigorously wiped the corner of her eye.
Traces of black eyebrow pencil appeared.
Chloe was about to mock her.
But she froze the moment she looked up.