The night breeze gently blew, the light in the pavilion dim. Scarlett Glenn's skin was snow-white, giving off a faint halo. Her smile was beautiful, with gentle facial features.
Although she was smiling so charmingly, Arnold Glenn felt chills like snakes slithering up from behind him.
This daughter was even more terrifying than she had been three years ago. When she laughed, she hid all her hatred. She was still mad, but now others couldn't see through her.
Arnold Glenn's face paled: "Scarlett, stop joking around, if you jump from the 28th floor... you'll die."
Scarlett Glenn nodded: "Of course, I won't die if I made you jump, right? You know, when my mom jumped from the 7th floor she died, let alone the 28th floor. Can you still remember the moment she fell to the ground, she was still breathing, her eyes wide open, blood spilling from her mouth, her arms and legs both broken. It was so miserable..."