"Freya, what are you doing... If you jump, Mom might as well die with you..."
On one side of the hospital bed, Freya Smith's mother dropped to the ground, her face covered in tears.
"Freya, let's talk it out properly, please come down."
"Yes, Freya, look at how heartbroken your mother is, we can talk about anything..."
...
A few nurses and doctors who arrived first were also trying to console her.
Olivia Parker glanced at Freya and noticed that her hands were still bleeding, clearly, the blood on the fruit knife was her doing.
The hospital security guard, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room, intending to pull Freya down.
As more people gathered due to the persuasion, Freya's emotions grew increasingly agitated.
"Go away... all of you, get away!" Swinging the fruit knife, her voice was extremely sharp, "If you come any closer, I'll really jump, get away..."
"Wait!"
Seeing a few people about to move forward, Olivia hastily spoke up.
