Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 1802

Fifty-five stories up, at a breath-stealing height of 200 meters, Antonia stood teetering in the biting wind, trembling from head to toe, her cries piercing the air, "Dad, Daddy!"

Estelle, clutching a part of her coat that had become a makeshift swing, gave it a shake, prompting an even more terrified scream from Antonia.

Her face contorted by the gale, vertigo and fear stripped away all her previous arrogance and calm. She couldn't stop screaming, "Estelle, what are you doing?"

"Estelle, let me go!"

"Please, let me go!"

Her cries were a mix of tears and desperation, quickly dried by the wind as she shook uncontrollably. Words failed her, leaving her with only her screams.

"Antonia!"

Suddenly a voice rang out urgently. Estelle turned to see Cliff Crawley rushing toward them with his team.

Antonia plummeted half a meter from the rooftop, unable to see Cliff but hearing his voice, she cried out, "Dad, save me, please save me!"

Cliff, fearing Estelle might actually throw Antonia off in a fit of panic, froze in place and watched breathlessly as the girl clung to life on the rooftop. "Are you Estelle?"

The girl sitting on the rooftop wore a black blouse, dark green slacks, and short, sturdy boots. Her face was stunningly beautiful but carried an aura of chilling menace.

Holding a life in her hands, she was as calm as a breeze on a cloudless day.

"That's me," said Estelle, her eyes and voice icy.

"Release Antonia, and I'll agree to anything!" Cliff tried to negotiate gently. "Whatever you want!"

"Do you even know what your daughter has done?" Estelle asked coldly.

Cliff hesitated, then promptly replied, "No matter what she's done, I apologize to you on her behalf, and I promise you anything, just let Antonia go!"