Chapter 22

Cecelia couldn't believe that Jonah would truly ignore her life and death. However, Jonah didn't even bother to look back. He just said coldly, "I told you. From now on, your affairs have nothing to do with me." "Jonah!" Cecelia was panic-stricken. She tried to rush after him, but just then, the aged and rusted rooftop railing under her feet gave way with a loud crack. She let out a piercing scream as she plunged from the rooftop. She had only meant to scare Jonah, never truly intending to jump. But as she fell, tears of regret streamed from her eyes. Jonah, already walking into the stairwell, heard her scream. He was about to turn back when his phone suddenly rang. It was a call from the nursing home. Nathaniel had passed away. By the time Jonah rushed to the care facility in a daze, the staff had already called a mortician to prepare Nathaniel's body for burial. "How could this happen?" He repeatedly checked Nathaniel's pulse, unwilling to accept the truth. Although Nathan