Nevertheless, he doubted Wesson's intention to end his life, suspecting it as a ploy linked to the Lawrence Group's financial woes.

The live stream continued.

Suddenly, the camera jolted and zoomed in on a woman's despairing cries. It was Nicole.

She was on her knees, her sobs heart-wrenching.

"Dad... Dad... Please come down... Don't do this..."

Jarrod's heart raced. He recalled the haunting nightmare. In his nightmare, Nicole was staring at him with bloody eyes...

Overwhelmed by an unfamiliar fear, the composed Jarrod grew visibly pale.

With a strained voice, he choked out, "Speed up!"

At the Lawrence Group, a fragile figure stood by the window in the pouring rain.

Nicole, disheveled and distraught, knelt, her pleas barely audible amidst her hoarse cries.

"Dad. Please, come down... Don't leave mom and me... Please don't go.

Her voice faded into a whisper, her anguish palpable to all present.

Her actions touched everyone's hearts.

All the while, the fire department rapidly deployed a large air cushion.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wesson, filled with anxiety.

A firefighter, noticing Nicole's chapped lips and hoarse voice from prolonged crying, offered her a bottle of water, reassuring her, “Miss Lawrence, don't worry too much. We're trying to reach your father. He'll be alright..."

Just as Nicole took the bottle and was about to express her gratitude, a scream pierced the air.

“Ahhh! He jumped!"

Looking up, Nicole witnessed a dark figure plummeting.

Thump! The sound, heavy and jarring, echoed like thunder.