Eleanor's voice cut through the tense silence of the terrace like a blade, cold and shockingly clear despite the chaos unfolding below her. "Let her fall!" she shouted, her hands gripping the balcony railing as she leaned forward, her expression twisted into something far darker than mere indifference. "Let her go!" Rosa's head snapped up in disbelief, momentarily too stunned by the words to fully process what she'd just heard. Surely she'd misunderstood. Surely the elderly woman watching from above hadn't just demanded that a pregnant woman be allowed to fall to almost certain injury or worse. But Eleanor's expression left no room for misinterpretation, her eyes cold and calculating as she stared down at the desperate scene unfolding beneath her. Rosa's grip on the cable tightened instinctively, her jaw setting with fierce, immediate resolve. "I'm not letting go," she called back, her voice carrying a steady defiance that seemed to genuinely surprise Eleanor. Grace, still clinging desperately to the cable beside her, let out a fresh sob of terror and confusion, unable to comprehend why the woman she'd trusted, the woman who was supposed to be her family, was standing above her demanding her death rather than rushing to help. Eleanor's expression darkened further, and before Rosa could react, the older woman had descended the nearby stairs with surprising speed and grabbed Rosa's shoulders, attempting to physically pull her away from the cable entirely. Rosa held firm despite the assault, refusing to loosen her grip even as Eleanor's hands dug painfully into her shoulders, the older woman's strength fueled by something far colder than simple panic.