Scarlett knew Wesley well enough to understand that his warning implied genuine danger. Without hesitation, she helped Cynthia up and led her away.
They had barely reached the ground floor when Scarlett heard gunshots. She couldn’t help but glance back, genuinely worried for Wesley’s safety.
Cynthia’s voice, weak and strained, reached her. “Scarlett, go help Mr. Kingsley. I’ll be alright.”
Scarlett saw the effort Cynthia was making to appear strong. She felt torn, unsure whether to help Wesley or stay with Cynthia.
Suddenly, Cynthia pushed her. “Scarlett, go save Mr. Kingsley! He brought men, but they’re no match for these assassins. With you there, I won’t die.”
Scarlett gave Cynthia a reassuring look and turned to find Wesley. She saw him falling from above, covered in blood. Her pu
