But Lily was already running toward the window. She understood what I meant.
Ethan grabbed her just in time.
“What are you doing? Don’t jump!” he shouted at me angrily.
“Are you still making a scene? Are you insane? You want the child to pay with her life? Shouldn’t you pay for Sarah’s death instead?”
“What did the child do wrong?”
I ignored him and stared at Lily.
“Lily, you’re only eight. You’re my daughter, and already so calculating. Why didn’t you pick a quiet place to jump? You knew these people wouldn’t let you. You’re too scheming.”
My words made Lily explode.
She struggled desperately, crying out, “Daddy, let me jump! It’s my fault Mommy ended up like this. It’s all my fault. Let me jump. I was born from her. I’ll give these legs back to her.”
“Enough!” Ethan sealed the window shut.
“What do you want, Emily? Will you only stop when you drive our child to death?” he roared.
“That’s right, Emily, this is too much.”
A graceful figure appeared. I looked closely—it was Sarah’s younger sister, Sophie White.
Sophie rushed forward, hugging Lily.
“This poor child.”