Without second thoughts, Summer also hung onto the bedsheets and slowly slid downward.
Nothing tragic happened because the bedsheets were strong. They landed safely. Yvette, feeble in both feet, sat on the ground and wept silently.
Nobody could understand what it felt to escape the gates of Hades. Summer breathed heavily; she held her quivering legs, trying to calm herself.
The Civil Defense Force personnel had arrived and cordoned the area. Many people had gathered.
Summer borrowed an onlooker's phone, and as she dialed Mark's number, her hands were trembling.
Nevertheless, no one answered the call.
Then, she called Harry. The call connected, and she asked, "Where is Mark?”
"He’s in the apartment. He wasn't feeling well this morning. After being administered with sedatives, he’s now resting in the apartment."
His words were devastating. Summer stumbled; she lost her balance and held on to the tree behind." You’re saying Mark is in the apartment?"
Yvette heard it too, and she stopped weeping. She convulsed and trembled in her arms, face, mouth, and
entire body.
'Mark, Mark, he's in the apartment!' "It's true. He was sedated. I think he is still asleep now. It was I who sent him back to the apartment-"
Before Harry could finish, the phone had slipped from Summer’s grip. She remembered that his coat was still on the sofa.
She shivered as though she was encased in an icy casket. It was scorching a while ago, but now it's frigid; it was such a contrast.
She rushed forward frantically but was stopped by the officers. "You cannot go through here. It's dangerous!"
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