My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Only then did lanet remember that someone from the property management authority had called her this morning to give some details about the fire

She had been so worried about Ethan’s injury at the time that she soon forgot about it.

“The property management staff called earlier and told me that they’ve obtained some results from the preliminary investigation,” Janet said now. Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the conversation.

“He said that the electric wiring of the unit below ours was faulty, which eventually caused a short circuit that led to the fire. They still have no idea how the wiring got damaged, though, since the unit has been unoccupied for a long time.” Ethan stared at her and mulled over this information.

“It is strange, isn’t it?” he asked after a while

That made Janet pause

“Yes, I also felt that something wasn’t right about the whole thing. The staff reassured me that the community’s fire safety measures has always been top-notch. Even if it was a short circuit, the alarms should have been triggered as soon as the wires ignited. What's more, Laney told me that a huge truck was parked in the neighborhood the entire time that night, and the driver was nowhere to be found. It was blocking the way, and that was why the fire engines got delayed with their emergency response. I wanted to ask the staff about this, too, but he sounded so apologetic and ashamed that I thought it best to let the matter go for now.” She was much calmer as she recounted all that she knew

grew darker

don’t think this is an accident at all. It looks deliberate. Arson, pure and simple.”

involved the tenants or their guests. Plus, you mentioned there’s the truck that night. No sensible driver would park their vehicles in an area allotted for firefighters or emergency responders, yet such a thing happened on this one particular day. It just couldn’t have

the worst of other

focus on your recovery. We can go over the details later, once you’re all better.” With that, Janet opened the lunch

need a proper rest for the next

soup and some pickled vegetables. At first, Ethan had no intention of eating at all. He simply didn’t feel like it. However, as

before it gets cold.” Even as she said it, Janet ladled a spoonful of the broth herself, blew

spread in his mouth and glided down his throat before settling at the pit of his stomach. Just like that, the tension in his body loosened up, and

at Janet when he was done, basking in