Chapter 237 Quite the Storyteller

Elsa let out a startled cry the moment the words left her mouth, her body tipping backward. Behind her was the staircase. Was she willing to go this far just to frame me? My pupils shrank. I reached out and grabbed her wrist without hesitation. She hadn't expected me to react so quickly. A flicker of panic flashed across her face, and she instinctively tried to shake me off. However, my grip was too firm for her to break free. Before she could process what was happening, I shouted, "Someone, help! Hurry! Elsa lost her footing! Quick, help her!" Truthfully, I could have pulled her back with just a little effort, but where was the fun in that? Hearing my call, the people sitting on the couch immediately rushed over. Elsa's expression tensed, and she was getting anxious. If she came out of this unscathed, all her efforts just now would have been for nothing. She shot a quick glance at Jack, who was already on his way. She gritted her teeth and leaned back even harder, fully commit