When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1639

Every step I took, the phone in my pocket would vibrate. It was a call.

Baffled, I fished my phone out, only to see that it was Camelia’s number.

I thought she’d forgotten all about modern devices.

With that thought in mind, I accepted the call and lifted the phone to my ears, about to ask her where she was. “Hello, Camelia…”

“May I know if you’re the family member of the owner of this phone?”

I swallowed at the words that had been on the tip of my tongue when I heard the unfamiliar male voice from the other end of the line. He sounded emotionless, but somehow, it made pangs of worry shoot down my body.

“Are you talking about Camelia?” I asked, bewildered. “What’s the matter with her?”

“Yes, it’s best that you come to Kingston Hospital. She’s at the top of the roof, about to jump at any time!”

My mind went blank for a good two minutes. When I came back to my senses, I darted toward the stairwell that the negotiator had headed toward earlier. “I’ll be there right away! Stop her!”

Fortunately, the rooftop was only two floors away. In less than two minutes, after I bypassed the police officers, I spotted Camelia as I stood behind the line.

She was at the edge of the rooftop, and her skirt was billowing in the morning wind. A pretty figure she was, nimble and seemingly light on her toes. If not for the dire situation, the sight of her would have been a beautiful picture.

It was how Marcus’ mother left.

Is she going to leave him this way too?

“Camelia!” My heart was thumping loudly against my ribcage. I did not know what to say to her. All I could think of was to force her to focus on the safer grounds.

When she heard my voice, she turned around and calmly said, “You’re here.”

“What?” Her words threw me off, but I nodded nonetheless. “Yes, yes, I do. What is it? Why don’t you come over, and let’s have a long talk? Just don’t act rashly.”

I had a plan of my own. As I spoke to divert Camelia’s attention, I was inching forward, almost unnoticeably, hoping to shorten the distance between us.

However, I had forgotten the fact that she was a smart woman other than the time she was around Marcus. In an instant, she had seen through my action. “Don’t come any closer.”

I thought I was hallucinating her words, but she opened her mouth to speak again, this time in an even firmer tone. She took a quick, small step back, letting her heels meet the air. Everything would be over for her if she were to lose her balance. “If you don’t want me to jump right away, then stop.”

I was furious but helpless. My feet made the decision before my mind could catch up with them as I halted in my tracks. Subconsciously, I raised my hand in a stop gesture. “All right, I won’t move anymore, so you shouldn’t move either.”

Threatening another with her own life to get what she wanted was frankly unharmful toward others. Yet, it was effective, for what she was using to threaten me into submission was just emotional harm.

But can I assume that she never cared about our relationship if she threatens me with her death?