Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)
Chapter 274

The tenth floor, that was Chiloé's floor. Wyatt was still home alot!

Chloe turned pale, silently praying in her heart, hoping that nothing was wrong at her home. Everything was perfectly fine when she left in the morning.

She quickly parked the car, and both of them alinost simultaneously opened the doors and got out.

Looking up, they saw the window of Chloe's tenth-floor apartment engulfed in flames and thick smoke billowing out.

In an instant, Chloe's legs turned to jelly, her heart seemed to step, and her face went pale.

With her mind blank, she suddenly noticed a small figure tightly gripping the balcony railing on the ninth floor, with the whole body hanging outside and no support for the feet.

"Wyatt!" Chloe's voice was hoarse, yet she dared not shout too loudly, her heart in her throat, fearing he might let go and fall.

Wyatt's gaze was fixed below. "Mommy! Mommy!" He shouted with all his might, holding onto the railing for dear life.

The crowd downstairs grew larger, and Chloe and Ophelia pushed through, wanting to rush into the building but were stopped by the firefighters. "No, it's too dangerous inside; it could explode at any moment." "Mommy! It's dangerous. Don't come up." Wyatt's voice trembled. Even though he was terrified himself.

Aloud explosion came from the tenth floor, shaking the entire ground. Wyatt's small body swayed unsteadily, the flames

almost swallowing him up.

"Wyatt, you must hold on!" Ophelia looked around anxiously, the inflatable air cushion still inflating below.

She ran forward and grabbed a bed sheet hanging on the first floor, unfolding it with some kind residents to catch Wyatt if she couldn't hold on.

Wyatt nodded and gripped tighter with his small hands.

"Leave it to us," said the firefighter as he secured his mask and rushed into the building.

Ophelia and Chloe kept their eyes fixed on the small figure. Wyatt's expression was calm, not what one'd expect from a five-year-old.

Time passed slowly until they watched the firefighter carry Wyatt back through the ninth-floor balcony. Chloe finally let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

After several minutes, the fire on the tenth floor was put out. In the open area downstairs, Chloe held Wyatt, still shaken from the shock.

People around them were pointing and whispering, "She really is something, leaving such a young child home alone."

"It's lucky nothing happened. If something had, she'd regret it for a lifetime."

"Mommy, I'm okay. Uncle Noah taught me how to handle dangerous situations." Wyatt said, hugging Chloe around the neck.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault." Chloe sobbed, overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame as tears streamed down. If anything had happened to Wyatt, she wouldn't have wanted to live.

"I'm okay... Luckily, I was already awake when Mommy left home today." That's why, the moment he sensed danger, he quickly climbed to the 9th floor from the balcony.

After all, Wyatt was only five years old, and once his mind and energy relaxed, he fell deeply asleep in Chloe's arms.

While Ophelia was worried, she was even more curious about how a fire could just start out of the blue. And the fire spread so quickly

It was early morning, not yet time for school or work, so many people might still be sleeping. If Chloe hadn't gone to pick her up from the hospital carly this morning, the outcome could have been disastrous. The apartment couldn't be lived in for the time being. Originally, Ophelia wanted Chloe and Wyatt to stay at Rosewood Manor, but Chloe thought it would be inconvenient, so she booked a suite at a nearby hotel. Watching Wyatt sleep peacefully on the bed, Chloe's nervous heart finally began to calm down.

Ophelia said, "Chloe, you should rest a bit too." Managing both work and home was already tiring enough, and she had been busy looking after Ophelia for the past few days.

Ophelia handed her a glass of water, which Chloe took and set aside. Her eyes stayed on Wyatt as she wiped his face and hands with a damp towel.

His little palms were bright red. She couldn't imagine how helpless such a small child must have felt at that moment. "I'm all right, Elia. Maybe it's just the company these days..."

"I'll handle the company stuff, and you just spend time with Wyatt."

Chloe Stevens nodded and didn't say anything else.

After getting Wyatt and Chloe settled, Ophelia went back to the apartment.

The tenth floor was a mess, everything had burned to ashes. Thinking about it was truly frightening. The only part that wasn't scorched was the balcony, while both rooms were burnt beyond recognition. Judging by the burn marks, it seemed to have spread from the bedroom. She thought, 'What could cause a fire in the bedroom?'

"Have you found the fire's source?" Ophelia asked the firefighters who were still inspecting inside. She couldn't shake the feeling that the fire seemed suspicious.

A firefighter replied, "Not yet, but we can't rule out old wiring as a possibility."

Ophelia followed them, inspecting everything step by step. "Could it have been arson?"

Her words left the firefighters stunned, and they exchanged surprised glances. "Why do you think that?"

She couldn't really explain, it was just a gut feeling. "If you can't find the source, maybe check the surveillance footage for any suspicious people."

She hoped she was overthinking. With Chloe's personality, she wouldn't have offended anyone.

But soon, the management reported that the surveillance had been under maintenance since last night.

It was suspicious. Ophelia felt a twitch in her forehead, suddenly recalling the drunken driving incident at the KTV entrance last time.

She thought, 'Was that car back then actually targeting Chloe, not me?' This was merely her speculation.

In the end, this matter could only be left to the police, but it would most likely end up unresolved, just like last time.

After leaving the apartment, Ophelia went back to Rosewood Manor.

"Ophelia, you're finally back." Scott had been waiting for her in the living room.

Lasa didn't know what had happened, but she felt a deep ache of sympathy seeing Ophelia's weary face. "Mrs. Sinclair, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm alright. Ljust want to go upstairs and rest for a bit. Ophelia gave them a reassuring look, said a few words to Scott, and then went upstairs.

Mark called in the middle, informing her about Jonathan's outcome. Without solid evidence of kidnapping, he had been released without charges. He advised her to be careful during this time. As for Kenneth, Mark on the other end of the line didn't say anything.

"Got it." After hanging up, Ophelia stood by the large window on the third floor, watching the crabapple flowers sway in the wind.

Tomorrow was the day to get the marriage certificate. She sent a message to Kenneth: [Tomorrow, I'll wait for you at the city hall entrance.]

Just as she expected, after sending the message, it seemed to have vanished without a trace. There was no response from the other side.

Kenneth was someone she knew very well. He always had his reasons for everything he did. Still, those words she overheard on the phone were difficult to digest.

She thought, 'How can the man who, in my past life, was willing to sacrifice everything for me, just leave me like this?'