True Love Waits

Chapter 530 Am I A Murderer

Blair had heard about Wesley long before they met. Everyone thought he was a hero. In Blair's eyes, he was a superhero.

Blair was luckier than Wesley's other fans because her uncle was his superior. A few loving words were all it took, and her uncle told her anything she wanted to know about the man she had a crush on. Even so, Blair had never asked her uncle to introduce her. She believed in fate, and somehow, she firmly believed that they would eventually be together.

Shock of shocks, she was right. She met him not long after.

But their first meeting was not a fun one.

That year, Blair was nineteen years old and Wesley was twenty-three.

Blair was a college student, and her college was in the same city as her home. But she seldom came home. Whenever she did, she always saw her parents fighting.

But sometimes, she had to come home. Just like today.

It was the holidays. Her roommates all went home. Blair stood in front of the villa with a small suitcase. It was a beautiful villa, but hardly warm.

She typed in the code at the entrance. "Beep!" The door to the villa opened.

"Look at you! I'm sick of you! Why did you come back? Get out of here!" a woman shrieked-she was Blair's mom, Grace Ji. Blair sighed helplessly as she realized that her mom was yelling at her dad again. Judging from her name, you could tell that Grace Ji's parents wanted her to be a graceful woman.

And she worked to live up to that name. Even now, she was soft and elegant in public. Everyone believed that her name reflected her inner beauty.

But she was a totally different woman in front of Jacob Jing, Blair's father.

Blair knew why-it was because of life.

Life had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She became bitter and angry.

Before she could greet her parents, she heard a loud bang and flames sprang

the way, Jacob Jing was a Professor of Chemistry, but

wife any longer, and couldn't see any other

Blair couldn't tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have been a chemistry genius, but she

suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt

the living room wall. She was knocked senseless. When

pain, their mouths open.

robbed her

the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried,

do something,'

Probably it didn't matter

Her head went blank. She could do nothing

she still called out at the top

figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in

saw him mouth to

life. This was everything she ever knew, and

villa kept ringing. It was, after all,

Blair struggled to stand and

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

if she didn't leave the villa now, she might never be

to live if her

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 she'd

face was burning hot, and her clothes were drenched

with acrid smoke from the fire. She didn't

fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes

standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the entrance. "Mom! Dad!" The man opened the door and dragged Blair out of the villa. She accidentally raised her head. To her surprise, she saw a familiar

was none other than