“Look, this kissing photo was taken at that exact moment.”
I slapped his phone out of his hand and grabbed him by the throat; I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
The bottle in Knox’s hand slipped, and the harsh scent of gasoline hit me instantly.
In the chaos, panic took over, and Knox lit the spilled fuel.
Thick smoke erupted, and flames soon swallowed the room.
Having just been discharged from the hospital, my strength faltered, and I collapsed to the ground, struggling to breathe.
Then, I heard Giselle’s voice, “Milo!”
The sound of servants shouting followed, “Madam, it’s too dangerous! You can’t go in there! Please wait for the fire extinguishers!”
“Move! Milo is still inside!”
Without hesitation, she rushed into the flames.
What she didn’t expect was that Knox was still in there, too.
“Miss, help!”
Before Knox could finish, Giselle dashed toward him without a second thought.
She didn’t even glance at me, turning away without a second look.
Half an hour later, after soothing Knox, she searched the entire villa, but I was nowhere to be found.
At midnight, I stood at the airport.
After mailing a package, I boarded a flight to the UK, coughing all the while.