Chapter 7
“You can’t arrest him!” Olivia shouted, her voice shaking. “You’ve already silence the report—isn’t that enough?”
“No,” Emily said immediately, latching onto Harrison’s arm with righteous fury. “As the victim, I won’t accept letting him go so easily. If you dare protect a criminal, I swear, Harrison—if you shield him, I walk.”
“Alright,” Harrison replied softly, eyes full of indulgence and affection—the same look he used to give Olivia, long ago.
“Emily, what will it take for you to leave my mentor alone?” Olivia asked, taking a deep breath as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “Whatever it is—if I can do it, I will. I’ll give you and Harrison my blessing. I’ll disappear from your lives forever… please, just let him go.”
Emily scoffed and looked away with a smirk. She said nothing.
Then Dean’s voice suddenly rang through the video feed.
“Olivia, don’t beg them,” he said weakly. “The biggest mistake your mentor and I ever made was agreeing to let you marry Harrison. She was still worried about you, even with her dying breath.”
Olivia’s heart dropped. She snapped her gaze to the screen, a sick feeling crawling into her chest.
“I want you to remember this, Olivia,” Dean continued. “There’s still a whole road ahead of you. Just don’t carry our deaths with you. You hear me? Keep living. That’s how you honor us.”
The next second, Dean rose to his feet—and without hesitation, he staggered toward the balcony—his wife still in his arms—and leapt.
“No!!” Olivia screamed, her blood freezing, her body paralyzed.
It all happened too fast. By the time anyone reacted, Dean and his wife were already lying in a bloody heap on the first floor—locked in a final embrace.
Olivia stumbled out of bed and tore out of the room.
She ran frantically, tripping again and again. She fell four times, her pants soaked in blood, but she felt nothing.
By the time she reached the lobby, a crowd had already gathered.
Doctors examined Dean’s body, then shook their heads. “He’s gone.”
Olivia stood frozen, her mind buzzing, her vision dyed red with grief. Everything was hazy, distant. Voices around her blurred into a cacophony of whispers.
Then, through the chaos, Emily arrived—arm in arm with Harrison.
The moment she saw the blood-stained floor, she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“This is unacceptable,” she said, eyeing the mess on the floor like it offended her personally.
“Killing themselves in a hospital? It’s a deliberate act to incite panic.”
She looked around coolly, as if the tragedy unfolding had nothing to do with her.
“Clear this floor immediately,” she ordered. “We can’t let one tragic scene traumatize every patient in this hospital.”
Then she turned to Olivia and added sharply, “As a journalist, you of all people should know how immoral behavior affects others. Maybe you should write a report about this—educate those who keep bringing harm to everyone around them.”
Olivia’s body trembled violently, her mind blanking from sheer rage. Olivia didn’t think—her hand flew before her thoughts could catch up. The slap echoed off the walls.
“Shut your damn mouth!” she roared. “Who gave you the right to stand on some moral pedestal and pass judgment on everyone else? You did this. You’re the one who killed them!”
She struck her again—another hard slap across Emily’s cheek.
Just as she raised her hand for a third time, a powerful grip seized her wrist.
Olivia stumbled backward from the force. When she looked up, she was met with Harrison’s furious gaze—ice-cold and murderous.
“Who the hell do you think you are, hitting people like that?” His voice was like a blade, slicing through her, and the pressure of his grip made it feel like he might snap her bones.
Olivia froze for a split second.
Beside them, Emily had already burst into tears, trembling in Harrison’s arms.
“What have I ever done to deserve this?” she sobbed. “Why do you keep going after me like this? I swear, I didn’t even say yes to Harrison until after your divorce…”
