As Phoebe Rogers grew more agitated, the baby's crying intensified.
Everyone watched Phoebe Rogers cautiously, terrified she would actually throw the child from the building.
Phoebe Rogers's back was already against the railing, and she held the baby high, dangling it over the railing. If she so much as loosened her grip, the baby would fall.
Even though rescue preparations had been made below, if such a small child were truly thrown from that height, the fall would either kill or severely traumatize him.
"I want you all to suffer! This is the price for wronging me and my son!" Phoebe Rogers shrieked, her voice hoarse.
"No, please... don't hurt my son..." Julia burst into tears.
She clutched Glades's hand tightly, shaking him and crying, "Glades, save our son, save our son..."
"Phoebe Rogers!" Glades Horne tried to appear calm, but everyone could hear the undisguised worry in his voice, no less than Julia's. "No one has wronged you. This is all your own doing!"
