Chapter 653

Jessamine's palms were sweaty as she pushed through the crowd of people, quickly making her way to the center.

When she saw the person lying on the ground, her whole body went numb.

Amy lay on the ground, her face deathly pale, while someone performed CPR on her.

Jessamine's earlier anxiety turned into a mix of complex emotions. She couldn't help but suspect that Amy was faking it. She closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled.

Playing dead or feigning illness was Amy's specialty. Her greatest skill was playing the role of a weak victim to garner sympathy and manipulate others.

Jessamine couldn't help but turn around, and her gaze met with Thaddeus. She instinctively thought Thaddeus would be worried and rush forward first. However, there was no expression on Thaddeus' face, only a hint of amusement.

After the friend who knew first aid had performed CPR on Amy for a while, he squatted on the ground, panting. He opened Amy's eyelids and checked her pulse. He didn't find any major