Chapter 289

“Only family members are allowed into the building. Miss, please take a step back and don’t intervene in our procedures.” At that, the officer pushed me backward.

I nearly fell, but fortunately, someone supported me from behind.

“I’m Marcus, the son of the woman up there. Can I go up?” After Marcus helped me to a stable position, he then took out his identity card to show it to the officer.

After a glance, the officer responded, “Mr. White, go ahead.”

Marcus shot him an exceptionally cold look before he towed me into the building. Trailing behind him, we soon reached the top floor.

Outsiders were usually barred from entering these office buildings, especially the top floors; individuals were only allowed in if they had an employee’s card with them.

The top floor of this building was an open space with tall railings. Greeneries were planted everywhere, and there were even chairs, tables, and umbrellas. Evidently, this was a place meant for resting.

I did not know how Sharon had mustered the strength to get past the railing. She was standing on the short ledge that was only as wide as a palm, and her hands were holding onto the railing. Even from a distance away, I could see she had an exhausted look on her face.

The wind on the top floor was intense, and her body was swaying with it. If she were to pay less attention, she would have fallen off the building.

From this height, I was sure she would be unrecognizable if she were to fall.

It was terrifying to watch her stand by the ledge, and I vaguely realized the psychologist and rescue team were already on the top floor with us.

When Marcus brought me to the top floor, Sharon became even more agitated. With bloodshot eyes and a hoarse voice, she croaked, “Marc, I’m sorry.”

Tamping down the fear in his heart, he looked at Sharon with an ashen face. In a trembling voice, he uttered, “Mom, don’t be. I don’t blame you for anything. Come to us first. Let’s talk about whatever it is on your mind when we’re back home, all right?”

However, Sharon shook her head, her face pale from the cold. “Marc, live a good life after this. You’re the White family’s only son, and your father loves you. He didn’t have a child with Sally because he’s afraid you’ll have nothing after he’s gone. You have to keep living and have a family. Take care of the family. That way, your dad and I will rest in peace.”

She was telling him her last words.

By now, Marcus’ eyes were red, and he was trying his best to collect himself. “Mom, I know. Come down. You have to find me a girlfriend, and you have to be there at my wedding. Mom, don’t do this. Come back here and let’s live happily as a family.”

She shook her head, her tears streaming down her cheeks in melancholy. “Marc, don’t blame me for this. I survived the past ten years on my hatred for him. I refused to give in, and I refused to admit defeat. But I don’t hate him anymore, so life is now meaningless to me. It’s been so many years, and I owe him an apology. I have to look for him in the afterlife. I couldn’t grow old with him in the world of the living, so I’ll accompany him in the world of the dead.”

Sharon was determined to die, and I could see the despair in her eyes as she stared at Marcus. Without the strength to live, death was the best option.

Marcus knew that well, but how much sorrow would he have to face to lose his mother right after he lost his father?

When he realized Sharon was refusing to heed his words, he broke down. “Mom, if you escape from this, what will I do? You’ll leave me behind. You’re my only family left. What am I going to do if you’re gone?”

Sharon cast him a loving look. “Marc, without me, you’ll have a better life. I’m your burden as long as I’m alive. Listen to me, don’t go to M Country. Stay in White Corporation. Your dad wants to give you the company. Once I’m dead, you’ll have more of the shares, and you’ll still be White Corporation’s chairman. Manage the company and live well.”

At that, Sharon instantly let go of the railing. Marcus’ eyes widened, but it was too late by the time he reached the railing.

“Mom!” he screamed as tears escaped his eyes. Subconsciously, he climbed the railing, about to follow in her footsteps.

Fortunately, the swift members of the rescue team stopped him and injected him with sedatives.

It was as if the sky had heard his cries. When Sharon fell off the building, it started raining. It gradually washed the blood puddle on the first floor away.

Marcus was sent to the hospital while a mortician brought Sharon’s body away. The crowd dispersed.

Within a few hours, the scene ended with a death.

I spend several hours in the hospital watching over Marcus. Sedatives coursing through his vein, he lay unmoving on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. It was as though he was dead, too.

The doctor came by a few times to check on him, and he reassured me that there were no major issues. His heart had stopped for a while from the extreme sorrow he felt, but fortunately, he was young and he would recover.

The sky gradually darkened. I went downstairs to buy some food to eat. By the time I return, the sedatives had worn off.

Marcus was sitting on the bed when I entered. The moment he saw me, he whispered hoarsely, “Where is she?”