Chapter 530 Am I A Murderer


    ir had heard about Wesley long before they met. Everyone thought he was a hero. In ir''s eyes,


    he was a superhero.


    ir 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, ir 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.


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    But their first meeting was not a fun one.


    That year, ir was neen years old and Wesley was twenty-three.


    ir 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 toe home. Just like today.


    It was the holidays. Her roommates all went home. ir stood in front of the vi with a small suitcase.


    It was a beautiful vi, but hardly warm.


    She typed in the code at the entrance. "Beep!" The door to the vi opened.


    "Look at you! I''m sick of you! Why did youe back? Get out of here!" a woman shrieked—she was


    ir''s mom, Grace Ji. ir 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, ir''s father.


    ir knew why—it was because of life.


    Life had ground her kind-hearted and gentle mom down. She became bitter and angry.


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


    loud bang and mes sprang up to the ceiling.


    By the way, Jacob Jing was a Professor of Chemistry, but his degree hadn''t made him much money.


    The man couldn''t stand his wife any longer, and couldn''t see any other way out. He decided to destroy


    himself along with her.


    The explosive was homemade. After all, he was good at chemistry. ir 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 or natural talent.


    Later, the police told her that this was suicide. Her father brought explosives home, in an attempt to kill


    his wife and himself.


    In the explosion, ir flew backwards, hitting the living room wall. She was knocked senseless. When


    she opened her eyes again, every bone in her body ached.


    The vi was a mess—mes and debris everywhere. Her parents'' faces were contorted in pain, their


    mouths open. But ir couldn''t hear anything but a powerful ringing in her ears.


    The explosion had robbed her of her hearing.


    She wanted to rush in and save her parents, but the zing fire ripped through the whole vi. She


    tried, and was forced back by the heat.


    ''I must do something, '' she thought.


    She wanted to call the fire department, but she couldn''t find her phone. Probably it didn''t matter


    anyway, because she couldn''t hear anything they might ask her.


    "Dad! Mom!" Her head went nk. She could do nothing but call them.


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


    Suddenly, she saw a figure burst into view, barreling through the fire and wreckage. It was her dad,


    wreathed in mes. He wore an expression of extreme pain—but paradoxically, also, relief.


    iry on the floor, unable to move.


    She saw him mouth to her, "Run! Run!"


    ir shook her head; she just couldn''t run for her life. This was everything she ever knew, and now she


    watched it burn before her.


    The fire rm in the vi kept ringing. It was, after all, a high-ss housing estate. Soon, a crowd


    gathered outside the vi.


    Ignoring the pain, ir struggled to stand and stagger towards her parents.


    They were already swallowed by the fire. As 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


    piece of metal was lodged in her arm, and blood flowed freely down her sleeve, dyeing it a wet crimson


    color.


    At this moment, she realized that if she didn''t leave the vi now, she might never be able to.


    But she didn''t want to live if her parents were dead.


    People on the ground were throwing rocks through the windows, trying to help anyone who might be


    trapped in there. ir wanted to go to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but the temperature was too


    high. She felt like she had been walking forever, but she''d only covered a short distance.


    Her face was burning hot, and her clothes were drenched in sweat.


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


    The fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes before they arrived.


    A man entered the vi through a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded


    through the ze and saw ir standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the


    entrance.


    "Mom! Dad!" The man opened the door and dragged ir out of the vi. She identally raised her


    head. To her surprise, she saw a familiar face.


    It was none other than Wesley.


    Wesley came to her rescue and pulled her away from the sea of mes.


    ir had inhaled a lot of smoke, and could barely breathe. Every breath was punctuated by a fit of


    coughing. She managed to gasp, "My mom...and dad are in there... Save them...please..."


    The fire was uncontroble. Even after ir was out of the vi, a second explosion rocked the


    complex.


    The firefighters wanted to rush in to save them, but it was simply too dangerous.


    Firemen, policemen, EMTs, and their vehicles sshing colored light over the crowd. The vi was


    surrounded by people.


    The fire was finally put out after an hour. The vi had been burnt to a ckened husk. Anyone that


    was still in there was merely char and ashes.


    Adalson Ji, who was in a green uniform, squatted down before ir. Eyes full of sorrow, he said softly,


    "ir,e with me." Standing beside Adalson Ji was a man in a camo suit—Wesley.


    Confusion was written all over ir''s face. "Uncle, why did they abandon me?"


    The question brought a lump to his throat. That was his sister and brother-inw, and he couldn''t save


    them. He stroked her hair as ifforting a child. "They didn''t abandon you. You''re still their daughter,


    no matter what."


    "Uncle, I was in the vi too, but I didn''t die." ir clenched her fists tightly, her face as pale as a sheet.


    "I couldn''t save them. Am I a murderer?"


    She watched as her parents died. She was so guilty that she thought she was responsible for their


    deaths.


    Adalson Ji felt rather sorry for her. "No! That''s not it. You''re still a sweet kid. You had nothing to do with


    this," he coaxed her.


    ''I''m almost neen. Not really a kid, '' she thought.


    Adalson Ji got a call over his radio. He stepped away to make a report. Wesley and ir were left


    alone.


    Wesley passed a bottle of water to the girl, who stared nkly at the ground. "Have a drink. It''ll help


    your throat," he said.