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.

her slippers and entered the living room. Before she could greet her parents, she heard a

Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't made

and couldn't see any other way out. He

at chemistry. 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 didn't inherit any of his skill

told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in

was knocked senseless. When she opened

and debris everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their mouths open. But Blair couldn't hear anything but

explosion had robbed her of her

but the blazing fire ripped

do something,' she

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

went blank. She

though she could hear nothing, she still called out

saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in flames. He wore an expression of extreme pain-but paradoxically, also, relief. Blair lay on

him mouth to her, "Run!

life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she watched

in the villa kept ringing. It was, after all, a

to stand and stagger towards

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

this moment, she realized that if she didn't leave the villa now, she might never be

she didn't want to live if

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

hot, and her clothes

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

fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes

a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded through the blaze and saw Blair standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the entrance. "Mom! Dad!" The man

was none other