"I'm leaving, William. Whether you hate me or resent me, from now on, put it down and start a new life," Jessica spoke in a very gentle tone. "It's too tiring to carry grudges like this. Your mother wouldn't want to see it, and neither do I."
As long as she was alive, William would not let go of his hatred towards her. If she died, he could finally have some peace.
William's angry voice came through the phone, with a hint of nervousness. "Taylor, who allowed you to leave? You owe me so much. Who allowed you to leave my side? Stand where you are and don't leave!"
But Jessica couldn't hear those words anymore. With a "bang," the phone fell into the sea, and she closed her eyes, letting the cold water flood over her head, submerging all of her senses.
"William.
I'm willing to use my life to exchange for your chance to live.
Don't hate anymore.
Live well.
--"
France.
A Conference room.