The sight shook me deeply, evoking profound sadness.


    Hurrying to Andrew, I asked worriedly, “How are you feeling?”


    Andrew managed a strained smile and replied quietly, “I’m okay.


    Don’t worry.


    ”


    His forced smile was more heartbreaking than tears.


    Before I could say more, Addy hurried over, her voice tinged with anxiety.


    “Where’s Shirley? Is she inside?”


    Andrew’s face twisted in disdain at the mention of Shirley.


    He scoffed, “Shirley is by the door.


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    The fire’s intense; her life could be in danger.


    You need to get the bodyguards to save her quickly.


    ”


    Addy, ovee with worry, shouted at the bodyguards, “What are you waiting for? Extinguish the fire!”


    The bodyguards moved to extinguish the fire as they were told.


    Addy couldn’t wait for the fire to be extinguished.


    Disregarding others safety, she ordered several bodyguards to enter the study and rescue Shirley.


    Debra’s POV:


    Andrew surveyed the bustling crowd with a cold gaze and gestured for his bodyguards to support him.


    As one of the guards steadied him, he murmured to me, “I can’t make it to the dinner tonight.


    Shall we head home?”


    Noticing the rming redness of his face and the severe wounds on his body, I had no interest in the ongoing event anyway.


    I quickly agreed, “Yes, let’s head to the hospital first.


    ”


    I instructed my aides to convey our apologies to Veronica before leaving with Andrew.


    Our driver halted the vehicle at the manor’s gate.


    As I climbed into the car, I carefully supported Andrew by his arm.


    The moment I touched him, I felt an unusual heat radiating from his skin, far above normal.


    Assuming the heat was a result of his recent exposure to fire, I ordered the driver urgently, “Set the air conditioning to the lowest possible setting.


    ”


    The driverplied, and soon the car’s interior cooled significantly.


    Despite the chill, Andrew’s face remained flushed.


    I touched his arm and forehead, finding his skin rmingly hot.


    Realizing something was amiss, I asked anxiously, “Why are you still so hot? Do you have other injuries?”


    Andrew appeared stunned, seemingly not hearing my question.


    In a startling move, he grabbed my hand and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply.


    His odd behavior sent a shiver down my spine, and I instantly became alert.


    rmed by his reaction, I withdrew from his grasp and shifted closer to the window.


    Nervously, I inquired, “Andrew, what is happening to you?”