Once they finished pouring the gasoline, everyone walked out.
The man then took a cigarette case from his pocket. He lit one and handed it to Gia Miller. Then he passed cigarettes out to his other n. Finally, he flicked the lighter and threw it into the room.
He turned, wrapped an arm around Gia Miller, and walked away.
Seeing that a huge fire had already started inside, the other n quickly locked the iron door.
Tristan Grayson watched the flas creep toward them, his brow twisting in agony. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I’m sorry. I dragged you into this..."
Seeing Tristan Grayson’s pale face, Mika Sumrs felt a dull ache in her heart. "You’re right, you did drag into this. That’s why, Tristan Grayson, we have to get out of here alive. If we don’t, I’ll never forgive you for the rest of my life. I’ll hate you forever."
"—" Hearing Mika’s words, a complicated look filled Tristan Grayson’s eyes. He could die, but Mika couldn’t. They still had their son, and Kiki...
’But how are they supposed to get out?’
Suddenly, Tristan Grayson saw the woman lying on the bed...
Lily Shaw was the only one who wasn’t tied up. Right now, she was their only hope...
"Lily Shaw! Lily Shaw! Lily Shaw, wake up!"
Seeing Tristan Grayson turn his head to shout at the woman on the bed, Mika Sumrs’s brows furrowed deeply as a flash of sorrow crossed her eyes...
’Is he here for her?’
But the fire was rushing toward them now, and she didn’t have ti to dwell on her grief. With red-rimd eyes, she struggled desperately against the ropes a few tis but couldn’t break free. In her panic, she could only scoot her chair over to Tristan Grayson.
"Tristan Grayson, see if you can untie ." As she spoke, Mika Sumrs had already moved her chair behind him, turning her back so he could work on her ropes.
Tristan Grayson’s brow was tight, his face pale. He strained to reach over and untie her...
But every ti his fingers touched the rope, they would slip off weakly...
Mika saw Tristan Grayson try and fail three or four tis to get a grip on the rope. Her brow furrowed slightly...
Rembering what the man had said earlier, her expression suddenly grew uneasy. It felt like sothing was tugging at her heart...
"I’m sorry, Mika. I’m so sorry..." Tristan Grayson lowered his head, his expression even more pained than before.
"Tristan Grayson, your hands?" As she spoke, her voice was already choked with sobs.
"That’s right. They’re ruined. I’m sorry, I can’t help you..." Darkness began to creep into Tristan Grayson’s vision, and his voice grew fainter...
"How is that possible?"
"I’ve failed you..." As he said this, all the strength seed to drain from Tristan Grayson’s body...
"You’ll be fine. You have to be fine." Listening to Tristan Grayson and seeing his state, Mika Sumrs fought back her tears. She struggled with all her might. Her wrists were already rubbed raw and bleeding, but still, she kept struggling...
Tristan Grayson felt a deep chill spread through his body as his consciousness began to fade... His vision slowly went black...
He leaned weakly against the chair, a bitter smile on his lips. "Mika, if there’s a next life, I hope you never et . That way, you wouldn’t get hurt... and you definitely wouldn’t end up in a situation like this because of ..."
"You’re right. If there’s a next life, I don’t want to et you, and I certainly don’t want to fall in love with you. So, Tristan Grayson, you’d better hang on!"
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