Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

The candle's flame was not big; something else led to the disaster. Quill felt bored while waiting, so he navigated through the darkness to his room to find his drawing pad.

He thought he should draw a picture of him and his parents as well as his grandfather together. Although Quill was only five, he was already a skilled artist. After he was done, he held the drawing up, joyous. However, he grew upset next.

Although it was his birthday, his grandfather did not come to accompany him. He couldn't understand why his grandfather wouldn't acknowledge his father when he was great.

He decided to give this painting to his grandfather the next day in hopes that his grandfather would let go of his prejudice against his father.

With that thought in mind, Quill got up to put the drawing away. However, as he was too deep in thought, he accidentally kicked the chair next to him when he got up and fell forward. Then the drawing pad in his hand flew out and fell directly on the candle.

The fire from the candle ignited the paper.

As Quill hurt his knee, he held it for quite some time. By the time he realized it, the fire had already spread to the side.

Quill lived in a small rented house; it was filled with stuff, and they were mostly flammable. Before Quill could register what was going on, the fire had gotten worse with time.

When he finally realized how bad the situation was, he grew horrified. He vaguely remembered that his teacher had said in class that children should not play with matches. Otherwise, they could easily start a fire.

"Oh, water can put out the fire," That was all he had in his mind.

He immediately ran to the kitchen and came back with a basin of water in his arms. But since he was just a weak child, the water splashed out as he walked. Hence the remaining amount of water in the basin was far from enough to extinguish the raging flames.

The fire was growing bigger and bigger, and Quill was so frightened that he ran to his father, Haward, for help. At first, he wanted to handle it himself. His father worked till late every day. However, he left work early that day to celebrate his birthday; he just went to take a nap as they hadn't begun celebrating.

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subtle at first, but it gradually became unbearable. He wondered if his wife

was the daughter of the Hanover family, and she had servants for everything. She should be living in a

worked hard to support their family. However, because of that, he'd neglect her. He'd also felt guilty every time he saw her burned hand from cooking when he came back from

couldn't even give his wife a good life. She should not have had to suffer like this. She was supposed to live a

overtime for days on end, his head was spinning so badly that he couldn't stand up straight. Haward shook his head

and hadn't had enough rest? No, he couldn't

His head was gradually getting heavier. He felt as if he was stepping

man, Haward did not allow himself to fall. It wasn't until he opened the door and saw the raging flames as well as the child that was about to enter his room that he was flabbergasted. "Wh-What

by his side, looking up, Quill tugged at Haward's trousers as he said with a face full of anxiety, "D- Dad, I accidentally knocked over the candle, and this happened. I tried to use

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as if he had committed a great

him. Seeing how remorseful his son was, his heart suddenly wrenched However, it

him. "Quill, step aside.

put out the fire."

their home; they wouldn't have a place to stay if it

was to put out the fire. He was tall and strong, so getting the

dizziness held

him press on. He poured buckets of water over the flames, and Quill helped as