"If you're so keen on dying, why not stab yourself instead of pulling this jumping-off-buildings stunt?" Jason Edward hissed coldly.

"I thought of stabbing..."

Suddenly, Rosa Alston felt something off about Jason's words. When did she jump off a building?

"Mrs. Edward, you're finally awake."

At that moment, housemaid Mrs. Susan entered the room, carrying a cup of water and some medication.

"Does your head hurt a lot? The doctor said you've shown symptoms of a mild concussion. He prescribed these pills; would you take them now?"

Rosa didn't respond to Mrs. Susan; instead, she noticed that she was lying in a large, spacious bedroom. Judging by the decor, it seemed to be the old Edward Mansion. She had been admitted to a mental health facility for over two years and hadn’t visited here since. Could it be that she was taken back to the house by Jason?

Wait a minute! She had stabbed herself in the heart. Even if she didn’t die, she would have definitely ended up in surgery.

Anxiously, Rosa quickly checked her chest. It was surprisingly unscathed! Her head and wrists were wrapped in layers of medical gauze.

Jason frowned at Rosa's alternating expressions of pain and shock, growing increasingly impatient. "Next time you decide to jump from a building, pick a higher one. A fall from the second floor won’t kill you!" With that cold remark, he strode out of the room.

Rosa, unconcerned with Jason, continued examining her body. Her two years in the mental institution had made her pale and emaciated, but now her skin was fair, smooth, plump, and elastic! There were no scars or bruises on her arms from caregivers or fellow patients.

"Mrs. Edward, Mr. Edward was just saying that out of anger,” Mrs. Susan said, assuming she was upset. “There’s no grudge between a husband and wife. You should talk to him later..."

"Mrs. Susan, what day is it today?!" Rosa interrupted, too shocked to let her finish.

Mrs. Susan looked puzzled. "Today is Miss Melissa's birthday. You called Mr. Edward home because you heard he was celebrating her birthday..."

Realizing Mrs. Susan misunderstood her question, and without time to explain, Rosa quickly glanced around her surroundings and grabbed the phone on her bedside table. The date displayed was actually three years ago!

Suddenly, a thought struck her. She threw off her cover and jumped out of bed, dashing toward the flower room.

As she suspected, the flower room was a complete mess, with only the stems of various expensive flowers remaining. Three years ago, when she heard that Jason was going to celebrate Melissa's birthday and even bought flowers for her, she had furiously destroyed them all. The shattered fragments cut her wrist. Ignoring the pain, she impulsively jumped off the second-floor balcony. Although landing in a garden softened the fall and spared her arms and legs, she had hit her head on the edge of a flower bed and passed out on the spot.

—So, had she returned to three years ago?!

"Mrs. Edward, why are you in the flower room again? The floor is all covered in ceramic fragments; you mustn't do anything foolish!" Mrs. Susan urged, worried she would create more havoc. "Mr. Edward cares for you. As soon as he heard you were injured, he immediately hurried back.....Mr. Edward!"

Hearing Mrs. Susan's nervous tone, Rosa raised her head. Not only was the tall and handsome Jason approaching, but also the elegantly dressed, gentle, and dignified Melissa. They stood side by side, forming a wall right in front of her.