It’s hard to see who it is against the light, but from the silhouette, it looks a bit like Kiki Sutton.

At the entrance of the hospital, Melody Thorne got out of the car and ran straight towards the building. She clearly saw Kiki Sutton standing at the edge of the building’s rooftop, ready to fall at any moment.

"Kiki, Kiki," Melody Thorne shouted as she ran towards the rooftop.

"Kiki, don’t move, you might fall," Melody Thorne watched her nervously. "Can we talk things over? I know what Hans Montrose said hurt you, but he only schemes. You deserve better and are not worth sacrificing for him."

Kiki Sutton’s frail figure stood on the rooftop. The wind blew at her hospital gown, her arms opened wide, looking down at the crowd of people below with no sign of Hans Montrose. If she died, he would probably be relieved, right?

Thinking about what Hans Montrose did to her, Kiki Sutton felt a chill in her heart.

"Melody, I’m not like you. You have everything—kids, Jared Quinn, a family. But what about me? I have nothing but myself. Everyone despises me. Even when I tried to shoot a TV series, people avoided me like the plague, calling me fake. I have nothing, and I’m so tired. Just go back. This is my choice. I choose to leave."

Kiki Sutton said it all expressionlessly, feeling as if her heart was emptied, as she moved slowly towards the edge.

"Kiki, don’t move. Calm down. You still have me, okay? It doesn’t matter how others see you, but if you give up now, you’ll just be a joke to them. At most, when they hear the news tomorrow, they’ll talk about you for a moment before it’s forgotten like the wind. No one will remember you, and you don’t even have a successful film yet. Wait until you’re famous, then they’ll remember you. Please, don’t die in vain."

"Melody," Jared Quinn held her with one arm, afraid she might suddenly rush forward.

Harold Chapman and Leon Rivers didn’t dare to approach at this moment, fearing it might agitate Kiki Sutton further.

"It’s too late for me. The entertainment company has terminated my contract too," Kiki said in despair.

She heard the things Hans Montrose said, and he wouldn’t let her go. Even if she didn’t die, he would find other ways to deal with her, like that so-called mute drug?

"Melody, take care of yourself. Don’t trust those around you" – especially Hans Montrose.

"Kiki, Kiki, don’t," Melody Thorne’s emotions surged, making her parched throat feel like throwing up, and her body felt incredibly uncomfortable.

Kiki Sutton glanced back at Melody Thorne and then continued walking towards the edge. She no longer had any desire to live, not the slightest.

"Kiki," suddenly another person appeared on the rooftop—it was Ashton Young.

He had just experienced despair caused by Kiki Sutton, his face still swollen and looking quite miserable.

Hearing Ashton Young’s voice, Kiki Sutton, who was about to jump, stopped and turned to look, speaking with bitter self-mockery, "What? Are you here to settle scores with me too?"

"No," Ashton Young replied straightforwardly, "I’m here to tell you something."

"I don’t think there’s anything to talk about between us."

"Do you recognize this?" Ashton Young stood not far from Kiki Sutton, adjusting the brightness of his phone screen deliberately high. On the screen was an unclothed woman lying on the bed, but her delicate face was clearly visible.