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.

living room. Before she could greet her

Professor of Chemistry, but

any longer, and couldn't see any other

tell the police what the man used, or how he'd

the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his wife and

was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes

pain, their mouths open.

explosion had robbed her of

in and save her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried, and was

do something,' she

wanted to call the fire department, but she couldn't find her phone. Probably

Her head went blank. She could do

though she could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of her

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

saw him mouth

her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she watched it burn before

villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a

pain, Blair struggled to

something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head turning to

she didn't leave

she didn't want to live if

to go to the kitchen to help put out

face was burning hot, and

air was thick with acrid smoke from the fire. She

sirens announcing

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

was none other