Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 161

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 161: It’s Too Late**

Since that fateful day, young Jasper had undergone a transformation so profound that it was as if a shadow had enveloped his very soul. Once a lively boy, he now drifted through life like a ghost, retreating into an unsettling silence that left those around him concerned and confused.

Gordon, who had never claimed to be a parenting expert—after all, the wayward Barry was a testament to that—had taken Jasper in with the barest intention of providing sustenance, not nurturing. He had thrust the boy into a world of expectations far too soon, grooming him to be an heir before he had even found his footing in life.

Gordon observed Jasper with a mix of frustration and sorrow. Beneath the boy’s quiet exterior lay a deep-seated obsession that had only now surfaced, like a dark tide revealing the skeletons hidden beneath the waves. It was a part of him that could not be erased, no matter how much Gordon wished it could be.

The butler, sensing the weight of the moment, ventured a thought. “Perhaps Mr. Jasper has unwittingly fallen for Ms. Tatiana. Once he acknowledges his feelings, it may spark a change in him, a shift towards the better.”

Gordon’s face contorted in anguish at the suggestion. “Better? You must be joking. That would only create chaos! Have you forgotten that Bianca is expecting?”

The butler fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

“His inability to manage himself is maddening!” Gordon’s voice rose, echoing in the empty hall.

As Jasper stepped out of the punishment room, he was met with the sight of Felix, pacing anxiously, his demeanor frantic.

“What’s going on?” Jasper asked, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach.

Felix rushed toward him, his voice a frantic whisper. “Boss! Ms. Tatiana is trying to jump!”

Panic surged through Jasper, his pupils dilating as he struggled to catch his breath. “Get back!” he shouted, urgency lacing his words.

Time felt like it was slipping through his fingers like sand.

Above him, Tatiana was precariously balanced, her body half-suspended over the edge of the balcony. The railing felt cold against her palm, and she could sense the numbness creeping in, threatening to betray her grip at any moment.

She glanced at the clock, her heart racing as she noted that only five minutes remained.

A bitter smile creased her lips, a hollow expression that masked the turmoil within.

It was too late. She was far too late to save her beloved Grandma.

The sound of frantic footsteps echoed as Jasper’s voice cut through the air.

“Tatiana!”

As if drawn by a magnet, her gaze fell upon him, the man she had yearned to see amidst the chaos.

Jasper stood there, his back still bearing the marks of his recent punishment, a white shirt clinging to him, stained crimson with his own blood. He hadn’t paused to tend to his wounds; the urgency of the moment had propelled him back to her side.

When their eyes met, a jolt of fear coursed through him, freezing his heart in place. “Tatiana! Get back inside!”

The three stories that separated them felt like a chasm, an insurmountable distance filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Tatiana studied him, her expression a mixture of longing and resignation. A delicate smile flickered across her pale, scarred face, but it was a fragile thing, weighed down by despair.

Jasper’s heart raced, and he took a cautious step forward, his voice thick with emotion. “Tatiana, please, don’t jump!”

In the background, Felix had already contacted emergency services, but the seconds were ticking away, and the imminent danger loomed like a dark cloud overhead.

Tatiana stood above him, counting down the last five minutes of her sanity.

The tightly wound string of her emotions finally snapped, unleashing a flood of anguish she had held at bay for far too long.

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