No One Helped When Adrien Cole Slipped Off the Bridge and Was About to D.!3 in the River Below -nana

The ambulance lurched forward, sirens cutting through the storm, but inside, the silence between them felt heavier than the rain hammering the roof above their heads.

Adrien kept staring at the message, his thumb hovering over the screen, as if touching it again might make the words rearrange into something less final, less threatening.

Emily watched him closely, her breathing still uneven, one hand instinctively resting over her stomach, shielding the fragile life inside her from dangers she could not yet see.

“Someone wants you gone,” she said quietly, not asking, just stating what was already obvious in the way his jaw tightened and his eyes hardened.

Adrien exhaled slowly, forcing control back into his voice, the same discipline that had built his empire now barely holding together under pressure.

“It’s worse than that,” he replied, locking the phone screen and slipping it away, as if hiding it could delay the truth from reaching her.

“They know about you.”

Emily blinked, confusion flickering across her face before it shifted into something sharper, something more alert, as if survival instincts were rising to the surface.