Marcus gave a bitter smile as tears glistened in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Lloyd, you're a good man, and an even more open-minded one. Though we haven't known each other long, I truly admire and respect you!"

He continued, "Unfortunately, even saints can't save everyone, and I'm just a poor soul trapped in quicksand with no way back!"

Standing at the rooftop's edge for so long had taken its toll on Marcus' body and mind. He swayed more noticeably now, looking as if he might fall at any moment.

A gasp rippled through the crowd behind him, and a few female employees started crying. Amidst the chaos, several angry voices cursed at Andrew, their words sharp and cutting.

Andrew ignored all the distractions and focused solely on Marcus. He called out, "Mr. Chapman, I want to tell you something. You say even saints can't save everyone, but let me make one thing clear—if they can't, I can. If they can't bring someone back from despair, then I, Andrew Lloyd, will."

Marcus blinked in con