"Sir, are we stopping by the house or company first," Mace said while driving
But Andrian didn't respond, his eyes had already caught something ahead.
A familiar car was parked strangely by the edge of the bridge.
'It's looks like one of the car I have'
"Park the car"
Mace noticed it too and carefully turned the wheel then he slammed the brakes. The tires screeched, making the car jerk to a stop.
'Is that not Fidelia?'
Andrian's heart stopped for a second when he saw her standing at the edge of the bridge, as she spread and hands and then she looked down
"Fidelia!" he shouted, throwing the door open but he was a distance away from her that she didn't hear him.
Before he could reach her, she stepped forward and jumped.
"Shit!" Andrian muttered to himself as he saw this.
"Mace!" he barked. "Call for backup, get the fastest helicopter here now!"
"Yes, sir!" Mace yelled, already pulling out his phone.
Andrian didn't wait another second. He ran as fast as he could, climbed over the railing, and without hesitation dove straight into the dark, freezing water below.
The shock hit instantly, but he pushed through it, his eyes scanning the murky depths. He could barely see, but he kept swimming deeper.
Then he saw her sinking motionlessly
He kicked hard, reached her, and grabbed her wrist. With one arm around her waist, he dragged her upward, fighting the water that was dragging him down due to gravity.
Breaking through the surface, he gasped for air. "Fidelia! Stay with me!" he shouted, his voice desperate.
Her head rested against his shoulder, her lips pale, her eyes shut tight.
"Fidelia, open your eyes!!"
He kept shouting her name as he tried to stay afloat, his muscles screaming from exhaustion, the water swallowing them again and again.
Above, the faint sound of rotor blades began to echo through the night.
Andrian held Fidelia tightly, struggling to keep both their heads above the churning water. "Stay with me, damn it!" he shouted, coughing hard as waves splashed over them.
Then flashes of light cut through the darkness.
A rescue boat.
"Mace must've called them…" he muttered, his voice trembling with relief.
"Over there!" one of the rescuers shouted. The boat drew closer, the beam of its floodlight locking onto them.
Two men dove in immediately, pulling Andrian and Fidelia toward the boat. They lifted her limp body in first, then helped Andrian climb aboard, water dripping from his hair and clothes.
"Sir, she's not breathing!" one of them yelled.
Andrian's blood froze. "Move!" he barked, dropping to his knees beside her.
He tilted her head back, sealed his mouth over hers, and started CPR — pressing his palms against her chest, counting every compression like his life depended on it.
"Come on, Fidelia. Breathe. Breathe!"
One of the rescuers watched, tense and silent.
Then suddenly she coughed.
Water gushed from her mouth as she gasped for air, her body trembling. Her eyes opened slightly, dazed and unfocused.
Andrian's breath hitched in relief. "That's it… that's it. I've got you," he whispered, his hand brushing her wet hair from her face.
Within minutes, the deep thrum of rotor blades filled the air. A helicopter hovered above the river, the wind whipping around them.
Mace leaned out of the open door, shouting over the noise, "Sir, over here!"
Andrian scooped Fidelia into his arms as the rescue team secured a harness around them. They were lifted into the air together, the wind screaming in their ears.
---
They landed on the private helipad at Andrian's estate. Mace was already waiting with Andrian's private doctor.
"Why the hell would you jump off a bridge, Fidelia!" Andrian muttered, his voice low mixed with anger and worries as he carried her straight into her room the moment they entered the mansion.
The doctor moved quickly, checking her pulse and breathing. "Her vitals are stabilizing, but she's severely exhausted," he said, adjusting the monitor.
"She needs rest. I'll give her a mild sedative to calm her system."
Andrian stood beside the bed, watching silently as the doctor injected the sedative into her arm. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxing as she drifted into a deep sleep.
"Are you sure she's fine?" Andrian asked quietly.
"Yes, she's fine. She just needs rest," the doctor replied, still focused on Fidelia. After a moment, he turned to Andrian.
"Let's step outside. We need to talk."
Andrian lingered for a few seconds, staring at Fidelia his mind filled with questions he couldn't answer.
Why would she do this? Was it because of the wedding being canceled? Or had she already given up?
He couldn't make sense of it. Not yet. When she woke up, he'd get his answers. For now, he turned and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Andrian," the doctor began once they were in the hallway. "What's going on? This is the second time this week I've had to treat her. It's only a matter of time before your family starts asking questions."
"This time, I really don't understand what happened," Andrian said, rubbing his forehead. "All I know is I saw her jump off the bridge."
"She attempted suicide?" the doctor's brows furrowed. "She didn't seem like the suicidal type. Are you sure?"
Andrian exhaled heavily. "She didn't look like someone who'd do that. We just spoke earlier about the business deal. But the way she reacted when I brought up the marriage issue… it made me wonder."
He went silent for a moment, lost in thought.
Unless something else happened to push her that far.
"I can't be sure," he said finally. "But that's what it seemed like. I'll get the full details when she wakes up. About my family, we can't hide this forever. They're already watching me. They'll catch on soon."
The doctor nodded grimly.
"Try to hide it for now," Andrian continued. "When they start pressing, tell them it wasn't Fidelia who jumped.. that it was her friend. Say she begged me to take care of it, and that's why I called you here. That's the story we're going with."
"Alright," the doctor agreed. "Keep me updated when she wakes. Rest assured, she's fine."
He patted Andrian's shoulder before leaving. The man had known Andrian since childhood one of the very few people he trusted.
"Mace!" Andrian called out.
But it wasn't Mace who entered. It was a tall, confident blonde lady dressed in a half-unbuttoned black suit.
"You're here," Andrian said, surprised. "When did you arrive?"
"Not long ago," Kira replied, walking closer. "I heard something happened, so I rushed over. Is she okay?"
"I think so. John said she just needs to rest."
Kira walked over to the side table, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, tossed in some ice, and poured two glasses. She handed one to him.
"Where's Mace? I need him to do something for me," Andrian asked, taking a sip.
"Mace went to carry out your earlier order. If you need help, I'm here… not busy."
"Good," Andrian said, lowering his glass. "Then I'll need that help."
Kira leaned back slightly. "What do you need?"
"Get me Fidelia's secretary. I need to know what exactly happened today, where she went, and why the hell she wasn't with her when it happened. You can reach her through her friend Mia."
"Mia?" Kira raised a brow. "There's a woman downstairs with someone dressed like a secretary. She introduced herself as Mia. I didn't let them in as per the order you told the guards not to."
Andrian's expression hardened.
"Right on time," he muttered, setting his glass down. "Just the people I needed to meet."
He stood up, fixing his cufflinks with quiet precision.
"Let's go," he said.
Kira nodded, walking beside him as they stepped out of the room.
'Andrian are you finally starting to feel again?' Kira thought as she threw a side glance at him.