Chapter 660 The Final Encounter


    The nurse that was dozing off beside Chloe, was roused by the diforting scent of the spreading


    alcohol beneath her feet. Just as she was about to investigate the situation, faint footsteps from


    outside the operating room reached her ears. But before she could look into it, a towering me


    measuring two meters in height erupted. The mes engulfed the door of the operating room,


    transforming it into a fiery barrier.


    The nurse stood frozen in shock as she witnessed the rapid progression of the fire. It quickly


    spread, following the alcohol on the floor. Within mere three minutes, the lower half of her body was


    consumed by the mes.


    She screamed in agony, frantically searching for anything to put out the fire with, but the fire spread


    too quickly due to therge amount of elerant present. Before she could effectively extinguish


    the mes, she had transformed into a zing figure of horror.


    "Aaahhh! Help! Save me! I’m on fire! It hurts! Help me!"


    Chloe woke up to the nurse''s screams. The hazy operating room greeted her with a thick cloud of


    smoke, causing her to cough uncontrobly as she regained consciousness. Each breath felt like a


    struggle as if her lungs were being weighed down by an immense stone. Her gaze fixated on the


    horrifying sight of the nurse covered in fire, leaving her frozen with terror.


    Boom!


    In an instant, a deafening crash filled the room as an iron structure fell from the ceiling, crashing


    down on the nurse. She instantly fell silent. Only the crackling of burning flesh and skin could be


    heard.


    Chloe''s eyes widened in horror, her entire body trembling uncontrobly. The excruciating pain in


    her lower abdomen served as a stark reminder that the terrifying scene before her was not a


    nightmare. She pulled out the needle on the back of her hand and mustered all her strength to climb


    off the operating room bed.


    Just this one movement caused her intense pain and left her drenched in a cold sweat, but she


    could not afford to rest. The smoke was thick, stinging her eyes and making them teary. She


    grabbed the nearest towel and covered her mouth and nose, desperately searching for an exit.


    There were no windows in the operating room, and the only exit was blocked.


    She crawled into a corner and desperately threw things around, hoping to create enough noise to


    draw attention from outside. There was no time for her to ponder whether this cmity was an


    idental or a deliberate act. Tears blurred her vision, streaming down her face and evaporating


    instantly in the blistering heat of the raging fire.


    As the mes grew fiercer, the towel she used to shield herself became ineffective. The searing


    smoke seemed to infiltrate every crevice, causing her to cough uncontrobly. With each


    movement, the incision from her cesarean section reopened, resulting in a steady flow of blood


    loss.


    The frail Chloe was nearing her breaking point, but she clung to life with every ounce of strength.


    She had no intention of dying, not in the slightest.


    In that desperate moment, her thoughts turned to the child she had brought into the world but never


    had the chance to meet. If she died, how would Joseph treat their child? Would he think of the child


    as Icarus'' child and deliberately mistreat them?


    On the other hand, if Xavia''s child was born, they would instantly be the center of attention.


    No, she could not let her child bear this undeserved suffering. Her child became her sole source of


    belief and hope amid the chaos and uncertainty.


    Chloe removed the towel and desperately shouted out for help. She quickly covered her mouth and


    nose again, attempting to shield herself from inhaling too much toxic fumes. But at that moment, the


    hospital seemed eerily silent as if it had abandoned her to her fate.


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    With each passing moment, her pleas for assistance grew weaker, drowned out by the surrounding


    chaos. The encroaching fire drew nearer, its fiery glow reflecting in her eyes. The mes cast a


    blood-red hue upon everything as if it were ready to consume her.


    Gasping for breath in the suffocating air, Chloe''s vision started to blur. Amid the raging inferno, her


    thoughts turned to Harold. Little had she known that their recent encounter would be theirst. She


    also thought of Emily, her closest friend. When that idiot found out that she was dead, Chloe hoped


    that she would not find trouble with the hospital. She was too weak, and the hospital surely would


    bully her.


    Lastly, her thoughts turned to Joseph. What was he doing at this very moment? Was he joyfully


    embracing the arrival of new life with Xavia? Or was he anxiously pacing outside the delivery room,


    assuming the role of a devoted father?


    Truth be told, long ago, she had envisioned such a scene. She never anticipated that she would not


    be the leading actress at that moment, but rather, it was Xavia taking center stage. And in this now


    dire situation, she would not be in the delivery room either. Perhaps she would never have the


    chance toy eyes on her own child.


    Before Chloe sumbed to unconsciousness, the relentless fire crept closer to her feet. She


    instinctively backed away, but she was too exhausted and fell forward instead. She no longer felt


    any pain, allowing the mes to climb up the ends of her hair and burn rapidly.


    Shecked the strength and will to resist any longer. All she yearned for at that moment was to


    surrender to the embrace of sleep. She gave up struggling as she closed her heavy eyelids. She


    hoped that by doing so, she would find sce in the darkness to alleviate her suffering, if only for a


    fleeting moment.


    *


    Lucas returned from his shopping errand and noticed a fire truck stationed at the hospital entrance.


    Without pausing to question the situation, he clutched his shopping bag and pressed forward. He


    had initially nned to take the subway, but a firefighter intercepted him.


    "Sorry, but due to a fire at the hospital, subway services are currently suspended."


    Lucas nced at the unassuming facade of the hospital and casually asked, "Where’s the fire?"


    "The operating room on the sixth floor."


    Lucas''s mind went nk. His grip on the shopping bag loosened, causing it to tumble to the ground.


    "Are there any casualties?"


    "One fatality, and looks like it was a patient. The exact details are unclear but given the presence of


    highly mmable liquids and the intense heat, it''s possible that the person was reduced to ashes."


    The sixth floor housed the gynecology department, and as the fire spread, all the pregnant women


    were swiftly evacuated. The timely arrival of the firefighters prevented the mes from engulfing


    other floors.


    At that moment, Lucas'' phone rang. Awkwardly, he fumbled to retrieve it from his pocket. The


    screen prominently disyed the name “Mr. Joseph.”