Gwen did not dare to let her guard down when she heard how solemn Steven was. She said to Nigel, "Hey, I need your brother's help with something!"
"Talk to me." Even though Nigel was only seven years old, he had mastered the skill of determining other people's emotions and moods solely based on their tone.
As soon as he heard the change in Gwen's voice, he immediately knew that something was amiss. "He's right next to me. You can tell us, and we'll try to help as much as we can."
A surge of warmth spread into Gwen's heart upon hearing this.
She took a deep breath and described everything about Denise to Nigel and Neil. "Can you guys help us find the hotel she's at as soon as possible?"
"Done," Neil's response rang out before she even finished her sentence. "They're not too far from you; I'll give you the address right now."
Gwen was surprised at the efficacy of this, but she quickly gathered herself and thanked them. "Please tell me."
"They're right; she's not far from us at all." Steven furrowed his brow when he heard the address given by Neil. He stood up, grabbed his coat off the rack, and strode out before he could even finish his sentence. "It's only a five-minute cab ride from here."
Gwen quickly chased after him, but not before thanking Neil again on the phone.
The hotel Denise was at was not far from their location at all.
When Steven and Gwen arrived, the hotel was already surrounded by cops and ambulances.
Steven sprinted toward the scene like a madman, having caught sight of Denise's silhouette on the stretcher from far away. "How is she now?"
"We're not too sure either." The paramedic shook his head. "She's still breathing, but just barely. To fall from five stories in this weather…"
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