As Katelyn remained silent, Zoey settled back onto the window ledge. The silence stretched on.

Katelyn exhaled deeply, her gaze fixed on Zoey.

“What is it you truly want? What must I do for you to step back from the ledge?”

Zoey’s expression contorted as she clung tightly to the window sill. She snarled, “I want you to admit that you’re jealous of me, jealous of my youth and my beauty!”

Katelyn found herself speechless. She was only three years older than Zoey. How could such a small age difference foster such intense jealousy over youth and beauty?

Eventually, Katelyn sighed and said, “I admit to what you’re saying. Now, will that make you step back from the window?”

Zoey’s response was a mocking sneer.

“I knew it. You act caring and innocent, but deep down, you’re seething with jealousy. You have feelings for Vincent but think you’re too unworthy; and you fear he might fall for me, so you shut me out.”

Katelyn inwardly sighed, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness. How could Zoey, after only spending a short time with her, concoct such an elaborate narrative of emotions? Katelyn pondered the idea that too much insecurity might lead people to behave irrationally and offensively. Running out of patience, Katelyn said, “Say what you will, but please, step away from the window.”

Just then, a ringtone chimed from Zoey’s pocket. With a cold smile, Zoey said, “Too late!”

The next instant, she let herself fall backward, her body drifting like a leaf in the wind.

Katelyn dashed to the window, reaching out to grasp Zoey’s hand, but she was too late. A loud crash echoed. From the third-floor window, Katelyn gazed down in shock at Zoey’s body lying motionless below.

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Katelyn quickly rushed Zoey to the nearest hospital for urgent medical attention. Sitting on a bench outside the surgery room, Katelyn watched the light above the door flicker. Her expression showed deep concern. She hadn’t anticipated that Zoey would actually take such an extreme step as to leap from the third floor. Even if it wasn’t fatal, what about possible lasting injuries? Had Zoey really risked her life just to prove a point?

Katelyn was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. At that moment, her phone rang, and it was Vincent. Why would he call so late? Was it something important related to work?

With a somber tone, Katelyn answered, “Mr. Adams.” Vincent’s voice was stern.

“Look up the latest on the entertainment news.”

Confused, Katelyn did as instructed, but her astonishment grew when she read the headline at the top of the trending news.

“Katelyn Forces Poor College Girl to Commit Suicide!” Disbelief spread across her face.

Poor college girl? Zoey?

The news had spread within just half an hour after the incident. It was nighttime, and only the two of them were in the villa. Accompanying the headline was a photo of Zoey as she fell from the window. The dramatic and provocative headline quickly amassed millions of views.

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