The kidnapper urged Lydia forward, leaving her with no choice but to slowly edge towards the rooftop's edge.As Lydia walked, she continued to engage the kidnapper."Sir, if you're determined to kill me, may I ask why? We're strangers. Why do you want my life? If it's money you seek, I can give you whatever you want. You may not know my wealth, but I assure you, it surpasses what your employers offer. Who you serve matters less than the payment, doesn't it?"The kidnapper hesitated for a moment, his expression shifting.He snapped at Lydia, "Stop talking nonsense! Move! Jump!"As the kidnapper spoke, his knife grazed Wythe's skin, leaving a faint trail of blood. Lydia's eyes reddened. "Don't hurt my son!""Shut up, or I'll cut off his ear!" the kidnapper threatened.Gritting her teeth, Lydia approached the rooftop's edge as instructed. The wind tousled her hair, threatening to push her over at any moment.Wythe, wide-eyed and muffled, whimpered continuously.Standing there, soaked in
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