She believed that she would not end up the way she had when she had fallen from the second floor if she jumped from here.

She had broken a few ribs but she had lived and been discharged from the hospital previously. She would die if she were to fall from this floor.

However, Deirdre did not feel an ounce of fear in her heart as she felt the wind. She stepped over and sat on the ledge easily, her feet hanging in the air.

It felt as if she had traveled back in time while playing with the water in the pond of the slums. She felt more joyous and relaxed than she had ever felt before.

The doctor noticed that something was off and came rushing to the third floor. His expression turned pale with fear. “Ms. McKinnon! Don’t do anything rash! Come down here, quick!”

“Don’t come near me.” Deirdre turned her head, her hair blowing in the wind, her gaze so empty that the sight of her was pitiful. “I will jump if you take one step closer to me!”

The doctor was almost in tears, as no one wo