In my previous life, I followed the crying and instinctively rescued the child in a raging fire.
After Olive got up and took Victor, she pushed me into the fire instead of being grateful.
In desperation, my husband Calvin rushed over.
He was like a ray of light that illuminated my life.
However, he rushed directly toward the mother and son without looking at me.
Before I could get up, my legs were crushed by the collapsed security door.
I saw him quickly pick up Victor, hold Olive's shoulders, and rush out of the fire together.
Before being consumed by the flames, I heard Victor call my husband "Dad".
I was shocked on the spot.
The raging fire covered my screams.
Until I died, Calvin never looked back at me.
The trauma of being burned to death in my previous life still lingered, mixed with the smell of burning flesh, constantly stimulating my brain nerves.
If I had known the single mother and child downstairs were Calvin's lover and child, I would never have helped them escape.
I was so stupid.
I wanted to see who would save them without me in this life.
The further I went down, the further Victor's crying and Olive's cries for help became from me.