Chapter 197

Elizabeth shook her head and moved forward slowly. "You said we shouldn't let others control our fate, so I'll take mine into my own hands," Linda said, her sadness pouring out. Peres, I'm leaving. She turned and was about to jump!

Screams erupted from the rooftop and outside the hospital. Fame rushed over and grabbed her wrist. Elizabeth's eyes darkened, and she hurried to help hold onto Linda. Linda was hanging off the edge. "Let go of me!" she cried.

Elizabeth grabbed Linda's left arm while the man held her night. Linda kept rubbing her left arm, and Elizabeth's wrist was nearly bleeding. Elizabeth felt numb, only thinking that Linda must not die. The man used his other hand to protect Elizabeth's wrist. Elizabeth turned her head and paused when she saw his face. "Don't just stand there, help us!" Alexander shouted.

People rushed over, and Alexander first held Elizabeth's hand, letting the wall scrape his instead of Elizabeth's. Together, they pulled Linda up. Linda, with tears streaming down her face, shouted angrily, "Why did you save me? You should have let me die!" "Let me die!" she cried, trying to slam herself against the wall. Alexander frowned and quickly blocked her. Linda crashed into him. Alexander took two steps back and grunted. He gasped, clutching his chest. His stomach had already been hurting, and now his chest hurt from the impact. He had just come to the rooftop for some fresh air and saw Linda about to jump.

Linda's last words were to Elizabeth. If Linda had jumped, the police would first investigate Elizabeth. He had wanted to get involved, but since it concerned Elizabeth, he had no choice but to save Linda. "Linda, snap out of it!" Elizabeth pulled Linda up and questioned her, "If you're not even afraid of death, what else can defeat you?" Her leap had been so decisive! "Dr. Percy, I'm beyond saving," she cried. "You're right that I've let myself down!"

"Do you know how many people want to live? By treating your life so lightly, you're making those who don't want to die feel resentful," Elizabeth tried to scold her. The crowd chimed in, "Exactly, my daughter, your life like this." Cancer. The doctor said she doesn't have much time left. I wish she could live. You, who can love, shouldn't waste...

"Everyone is stumbling through life. There is no obstacle that can't be overcome. Don't commit suicide," Look at you, you're so young. What can't you get through? If you're sick, get treated. If it can't be treated, then deal with it later!" Linda fooled them. Their mouths opened and closed, and she felt extremely wronged.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and looked at Linda, speaking heavily, "Linda, live well. As long as you don't waste your life, I'll treat your illness." Linda looked up and met Elizabeth's eyes. Alexander also looked at Elizabeth. Elizabeth was too kind-hearted.

Back in high school, there was a student in their class. He had lost his parents young and lived with his grandparents. His grandparents had been in a car accident and were bedridden. The student had to go to school and work to support them. Elizabeth had cried her heart out when she heard this and had directly arranged for the rest of his life.

"Linda, I'll say it again. I'll treat your illness," Elizabeth stared at Linda, her tone firm. "I'm not joking." Elizabeth didn't mind the cost of treating Linda. But she had one requirement: Linda had to live her life properly. Linda's agitated emotions slowly calmed down. She just looked at Elizabeth and collapsed to the ground. The doctors immediately stepped forward and took Linda back to her room. The crowd on the rooftop dispersed, and Elizabeth finally breathed a sigh of relief. She knelt on the ground, gasping for air, and only then did she notice the pain in her wrist. Elizabeth let out a bitter laugh, feeling indescribable emotions. "You're being overly sympathetic again," Alexander's voice came from above her.