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 parents, she heard

Jacob Jing was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn't

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

homemade. 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

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

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

everywhere. Her parents' faces were contorted in pain, their

had robbed her of her

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

do

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

blank. She

could hear nothing, she still called out at the top of her lungs, "Dad!

view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad, wreathed in flames.

saw him mouth

life. This was everything she ever knew, and now

kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-class housing estate. Soon, a

pain, Blair struggled to stand and stagger towards her

flew to the wound instinctively. She felt something sharp and withdrew her hand, her head

she realized that if she didn't leave the villa now, she might

didn't want to live if

go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too high. She felt

was burning hot, and her clothes were drenched

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

approaching, sirens announcing their presence

Blair standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the entrance. "Mom! Dad!" The man opened

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