The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 409: One Life, One New Soul

The news online was abuzz, and the girl who narrowly escaped death shared the story of how she was saved by her "goddess" in a fan group.

However, what they didn’t know was that at the scene of today’s suicide attempt, Scarlett Jennings, Nathan White, and Ashton Todd were nearby.

At the time, they had just completed their second newbie mission nearby. On the way, Scarlett noticed several cosplayers and was reminded of yesterday’s mention of the comic convention by the girl.

Just as she was about to ask about the location to go take a look, she suddenly heard an exclamation beside her,

"Ah! Someone’s jumping off a building! Quick, look at Xiaoyu’s livestream!"

Scarlett had an inexplicable sense of foreboding and immediately approached the person,

"Where’s the livestream of the jump?!"

The person looked perplexed at first, glanced at Scarlett, then seemed to recognize her and said, "Aren’t you that..."

Scarlett cut him off directly and pressed again, "Where is it?"

"It’s the tall building next to the comic convention! But it’s a bit far from here. Are you going over there?"

Scarlett nodded and was about to pull out her phone to search for the location when the person added,

"Hey, hey, it looks like they’ve talked her down. There’s nothing to worry about anymore. She’s been talked down!"

Others watching the stream nearby also let out sighs of relief upon hearing this.

Scarlett glanced at the person’s screen, where the camera zoomed in from a distance. The girl who had been standing outside the railing seemed to have been persuaded by the firefighters and was attempting to reach out towards one of them.

Just then, a hoarse female voice suddenly emerged from the crowd next to the livestreamer. It was slightly muddied but unmistakable to Scarlett,

The voice said,

"She will die."

The tone was firm and resolute, not just a random bystander’s sigh but more like... some kind of judgment.

The camera visibly shook at that moment, suggesting that the livestreamer had also noticed the voice.

And in that instant of shaking, the girl who had hesitated moments ago suddenly had a look of despair flash across her face after hearing something muttered by an old woman standing behind the firefighter.

The girl’s extended hand abruptly retracted, and in the next second, without any warning, she turned and jumped off the building.

The livestream video ended amidst a cacophony of screams.

And just before it cut off, Scarlett seemed to spot, within the blurred and shaking frame, the silhouette of a girl wearing a black hat and mask slipping away from the crowd.

Scarlett’s expression turned somber.

She found the hoarse voice from earlier unnervingly peculiar.

Though she’d never heard it before, the moment it reached her ears, her heart was filled with an unexplainable sense of repulsion.

After giving it some thought, Scarlett turned to Nathan and Ashton,

"I want to go check out the comic convention area."

Nathan glanced at the dense crowd on the street, his chubby face flashing with hesitation, but he still said, "A-a-alright, I’ll come with you."

If even the socially anxious Nathan agreed to go, Ashton had no objections. "Let’s go."

When the three arrived at the scene, a considerable crowd was still gathered.

The girl’s body had been removed, but the remaining firefighters and building staff were still handling the aftermath.

From a distance, Scarlett overheard one of the firefighters crying, "I swear, I had already talked her down..."

Nearby firefighters also looked visibly distressed.

Then came the furious roar of the firechief, "Didn’t I say to clear the area? How could unrelated individuals still be allowed onto the roof?!"

Handling such incidents required careful attention to the emotions of the suicidal person.

Too many people and too many voices could end up having the opposite effect.

Just like the young girl earlier...

She had clearly started to waver.

Yet...

"Those were the building’s security guards and the property manager. They’d been there from the beginning..."

The firefighters present all felt a deep heaviness in their hearts.

The girl, at such a tender age, looked to be no older than eighteen.

The firefighter who had been talking with her promised to treat her to bubble tea. Her mood seemed to have eased, and she was willing to come back.

But...

Just because of one sentence from the property manager.

Just that one sentence.

She had said, "Exactly. Young lady, you can’t be so short-sighted. Before making such decisions, you need to think about your family, your parents..."

Because of those final words.

The girl, who was on the verge of being convinced, leapt without hesitation.

Standing at the edge of the crowd, Scarlett overheard the firefighters’ conversation, and it was impossible for her not to feel the weight in her heart.

She had heard before that when dealing with someone contemplating suicide—especially if the reasons were unclear—the worst thing to do was to bring up their family as a reason to give up the thought.

Because, for a child to resort to such an extreme measure, it often stemmed from harm inflicted by their family or the people around them.

Not every family is a sanctuary.

The very storm that drove her to this decision might have originated within her family.

Scarlett didn’t want to judge the rights or wrongs of the situation and had no grounds to do so.

She only knew that, just now, the Underworld had gained a new soul to guide.

After standing silently in mourning for a minute, Scarlett pulled out her phone and immediately submitted a soul-guidance order, leaving the rest to the guides of the Spiritual Affairs Department in the Underworld.

Ashton, having pieced together the truth from the surrounding murmurs, sighed regretfully,

"I thought it was another case of someone using manipulative taunts or jeering to push someone to suicide, but instead..."

He was referring to a suicide case from two years ago, where the person was about to be talked down by firefighters, only to be provoked by the jeers of onlookers, leading them to jump.

Even today, recalling the heartbroken cries of the firefighter from that day still evoked anger and sorrow.

The carelessness of bystanders’ words had cost a life.

One wonders when people will stop indulging in fleeting moments of cruelty, hurling judgment at individuals who have nothing to do with them.

...

The three quickly left the scene, while inside the ill-fated building, the talkative property manager was being harshly reprimanded by her superior.

"It’s the firefighters’ job to save lives. They’re the professionals! What were you interfering for?!

Do you realize that within two hours, your words will be exposed online? Why did you have to mention her family? Don’t you know how sensitive suicidal children can be? Did you really have to say that?!"

The property manager’s face was pale from the scolding.

She genuinely hadn’t expected the girl to take things so hard.

She was just trying to say a few well-meaning words.

What’s wrong with reminding her to think about her family?

Her parents had worked so hard to raise her. To take her own life over a small conflict? If it were her daughter, she’d have disciplined her harshly.

But she dared not voice these thoughts.

She hadn’t risen to the position of manager without knowing how to navigate tricky situations.

Despite how she felt internally in that moment, she hadn’t intended to speak up.

Yet somehow, she was suddenly overcome by an intense compulsion to express those deep-seated thoughts.

It felt as if... an invisible hand had forced the words locked in her mind to spill out.

She thought to herself that she must have been momentarily out of her mind.