Part 2Fire, Fury, and a Fiancé from Hell

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a VIP hospital room.

I subconsciously touched my cheek.

Smooth and perfect as always.

The smell of disinfectant was mixed with a familiar, cloyingly sweet citrus perfume.

Just like Chloe herself.

She was sitting by the bed peeling an apple. Seeing me wake up, her eyes immediately reddened.

"Sis, you scared me to death! Jason is still in emergency surgery. The doctor said... his face might be ruined."

The bullet comments were furious:

[It's all Sarah's fault! If she hadn't fainted at the critical moment, how would the male lead be hurt so badly? She must take full responsibility!]

[Heroine, hurry up and gaslight her! Make her pay for his treatment. She owes you guys anyway!]

I ignored these NPC comments, tugged at the IV tube, and looked indifferent.

"Is that so? That's a pity. He cared about that face the most."

Chloe's knife paused.

"Sis, how can you say that? Jason went to the lab to keep you company..."

I laughed out loud.

"Keep me company? Yesterday he specifically told me he wanted the lab to himself today and told me not to come."

"Then he messaged me ten minutes before the explosion, urging me to go over. Ten minutes, exactly the time it takes to walk from my dorm to the lab."

Chloe's face paled, her hand holding the knife trembling uncontrollably.

A nurse walked in just then.

I raised an eyebrow and deliberately asked the nurse:

"Nurse, do we have the results of the explosion investigation? I thought I saw a shadow and smelled gasoline."

The nurse paused. "Gasoline? Not sure, but the fire department said there were signs of secondary ignition, like an accelerant was used."

"The police will probably come to question you later. You can tell them."

Clang. The fruit knife dropped to the floor. Chloe gripped the apple, head lowered, expression hidden.

The nurse thought she was scared, picked up the knife, and comforted her.

But she quickly stood up and grabbed her phone from the table.

It rang suddenly, but she didn't answer. Instead, she made an excuse to leave.

I closed my eyes, sneering internally.

I saw the caller ID. It was Jason.

He's quite capable, waking up so fast.

Well, as his "girlfriend," I have to go visit him.