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.

the living room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a loud bang and flames

a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't made

and couldn't see any other way out. He decided to destroy himself along

After all, he was good at chemistry. Blair couldn't tell the police what the man used, or how he'd done it. Her dad might have been

this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill his wife

wall. She was knocked senseless. When she opened her eyes again, every bone in her

villa was a mess-flames and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But

explosion had robbed her of her

her parents, but the blazing fire ripped through the whole villa. She tried, and was forced back by the

do

find her phone. Probably it didn't matter anyway, because she couldn't hear anything

Mom!" Her head went blank. She

could hear nothing, she still called

wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of extreme pain-but

mouth to her,

for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she

kept ringing. It was, after all, a

the pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger

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

that if she didn't leave the

want to live

who might be trapped in there. Blair wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was

hot, and her clothes

air was thick with acrid smoke from the fire. She didn't know what to

were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes

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

none other