Chapter 472

Marcus gave a bitter smile as tears glistened in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Lloyd, you’re a good man, and an even more open-minded one. Though we haven’t known each other long, I truly admire and respect you!"

He continued, "Unfortunately, even saints can’t save everyone, and I’m just a poor soul trapped in quicksand with no way back!"

Standing at the rooftop’s edge for so long had taken its toll on Marcus’ body and mind. He swayed more noticeably now, looking as if he might fall at any moment.

A gasp rippled through the crowd behind him, and a few female employees started crying. Amidst the chaos, several angry voices cursed at Andrew, their words sharp and cutting.

Andrew ignored all the distractions and focused solely on Marcus. He called out, “Mr. Chapman, I want to tell you something. You say even saints can’t save everyone, but let me make one thing clear–if they can’t, I can. If they can’t bring someone back from despair, then I, Andrew Lloyd, will.”

Marcus blinked in confusion, his expression momentarily softening. “Is there really someone like that in this world?”

Unnoticed by Marcus, Andrew had quietly moved a few steps closer. The distance between them was now less than 10 meters.

Trying to keep Marcus engaged, Andrew asked, “Mr. Chapman, how’s Lucy doing lately? Why don’t you bring her to the company so I can check on her?”

Lucy was Marcus’s daughter–Andrew had learned this during her stay at Jayrodale General Hospital.

At the mention of his daughter, Marcus’s face softened with affection. He replied, “Lucy’s doing well. She still talks about you and Dr. Aicker all the time.”

His expression suddenly changed as he cried out, “But my precious Lucy… She’s gone!”

Then, he closed his eyes and began falling backward.

In that moment, everyone’s heart stopped–including Lauren’s, whose face turned ghostly white. They all thought it was over, that they had failed to save him.

However, Andrew refused to give up–he had never known the meaning of surrender. He covered the thirty-foot distance in a split second, every muscle in his body exploding with superhuman speed.

It was not the kind of strength an ordinary person could muster–it was something extraordinary, something only a master at the peak of physical discipline could achieve.

The crowd behind them erupted in screams as they watched in stunned disbelief. Andrew had leaped after Marcus.

Eunice gasped and blurted out, “Miss, do you think Mr. Lloyd just gave up and decided to… end it all with him?”

Lauren responded by slapping her across the face and snapped, “Shut up!”

Andrew had managed to grab the rooftop’s edge with one hand while holding onto Marcus’ suit jacket with the other. The two of them dangled over a hundred feet above the ground, swaying precariously as strong winds buffeted them.

Below the Rhodes Corporation building, pedestrians froze in shock, quickly pulling out their phones to record the scene.

Someone shouted, “Holy cow, is that guy a superhero or something? That’s incredibly cool!”

“How is he holding up both himself and the other guy with one arm? That’s not just strength; that’s superhuman!”

“Forget about saving someone–I’d probably wet myself just looking down from that height,” a third person added.

“Forget just wetting yourself–I bet you’d straight-up lose it!”

The onlookers exchanged awed remarks, unable to believe what they were witnessing.