After washing up, the room was filled with thick black smoke.
The smoke alarm blared and water sprayed out from the roof, drenching me from head to toe.
I instinctively thought there was a fire and immediately called Oliver.
"There's a fire at home, come back quickly!"
Before I could finish my words, he interrupted me ruthlessly. "Hermione, we just came out of the house and you said there was a fire. Don't you even think before you lie?"
Orlando's voice came from afar. "You don't need to pay attention to her, Oliver. She is just petty. She doesn't even consider her position to meddle in other people's affairs. It's so annoying!"
Before I could say anything else, the phone was hung up.
Helpless, I had to search for the source of the fire in the dark.
It turned out that Orlando left in a hurry and forgot to turn off the stove. His beef rib soup had already been burned into black charcoal.
The room was filled with thick smoke, making it difficult for me, who suffers from asthma, to breathe.
I gasped desperately, my vision went dark and I staggered to the medicine box, following the memory.