Slowly, a red flower bloomed on the snowy ground, with a strong scent of blood that was nauseating.
"Atlas Hallow, you killed her, you killed her..." Ella Johnson rushed forward like a lunatic, desperately wanting to confront Atlas Hallow.
Atlas Hallow smiled faintly and pointed at a distant surveillance camera.
"She jumped on her own; no one pushed her. Besides, I called emergency the moment it happened. How could I have harmed her? I was trying to save her," Atlas Hallow said calmly, his tone as cold as the increasingly heavy snowfall, exuding an undeniable chill.
"If you really want to save her, take her to the hospital, take her to the hospital now." Ella Johnson knew it would take at least half an hour for an ambulance to arrive from the city. In these thirty minutes, if she wasn't taken to the hospital first, lying on such ground, she'd freeze to death even if her injuries weren't fatal.
