Chapter 1525
Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Life had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She became bitter and angry.
Blair put on her slippers and entered the Living room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a
loud bang and flames sprang up to the ceiling.
By the way, Jacob was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadnât made him much money.
The man couldnât stand his wife any longer, and couldnât see any other way out. He decided to destroy
himself along with her.
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The explosive was homemade. After all, he was good at chemistry. Blair couldnât tell the police what
the man used, or how heâd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she didnât inherit
any of his skill or natural talent.
Later, the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill
his wife and himself.
In the explosion, Blair flew backwards, hitting the living room wall.
She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone in her body ached.
The villa was a mess-flames and debris everywhere. Her parentsâ faces were contorted in pain, their
mouths open. But Blair couldnât hear anything but a powerful ringing in her ears.
The explosion had robbed her of her hearing.
She wanted to rush in and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She
tried, and was forced back by the heat.
âI must do something, â she thought.
She wanted to call the fire department, but she couldnât find her phone. Probably it didnât matter
anyway, because she couldnât hear anything they might ask her.
âDad! Mom!â Her head went blank. She could do nothing but call them.
Even though she could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of her Lungs, âDad! Mom!*
Suddenly, she saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad,
wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of extreme pain-but paradoxically, also, relief.
Blair lay on the floor, unable to move.
She saw him mouth to her, âRun! Run!â
Blair shook her head; she just couldnât run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she
watched it burn before her.
The fire alarm in the villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-class housing estate. Soon, a crowd
gathered outside the villa.
Ignoring the pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger towards her parents.
They were already swallowed by the fire. As she moved, she felt a sharp pain. Her hand flew to the
wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to look. A sharp
piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood flowed freely down her sleeve, dyeing it a wet crimson
color.
At this moment, she realized that if she didnât leave the villa now, she might never be able to.
But she didnât want to live if her parents were dead.
People on the ground were throwing rocks through the windows, trying to help anyone who might be
trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too
high. She felt like she had been walking forever, but sheâd only covered a short distance.