Love Burns in the Fire

After parking the car, I sat in the car, staring at the direction Julia left, motionless for a long time. Until the sky was completely dark, the cold air gave me a shudder.

For some reason, I took out my phone, found the familiar number and dialed it. The call was quickly connected and a lazy voice sounded in the noise.

"Hello?"

My voice was a little hoarse after not speaking for a long time, "It’s me, Suzy."

The other end was muted for a short time, as if it had changed to a quiet environment, "What's the matter?"

I took off the mineral water in the car and drank most of it in one breath. The cold water shocked me and I came back to my senses, "Charles, I want the investigation data of the fire in Brighton Apartment four years ago and the data of me and Julia's hospitalization. When can you give it to me?"

"Four years ago? That's not easy to find. At that time..."

Before he finished speaking, I interrupted him directly, "Twenty thousand dollars."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second and Charles coughed lightly, "It's not a matter of money, the main thing is..."

"Fifty thousand." I interrupted once again.

Charles was silent for a moment, "One month. We are all friends, this price is very fair."

I chuckled and hung up the phone without any ripples in my eyes.

If Julia hadn't come to see me today, I might not have doubted Brandon's words. But she came.

The accident four years ago was a huge blow to me. My dream of becoming an actress was ruined and my leg was lame. I couldn't accept my ugly appearance and cried hysterically every day.

Even to this day, I still couldn’t calmly mention this to others. The scar was too deep. A slight touch would hurt my bones. I hated Julia so much at that time. I wanted her to live a life worse than death like me.

But Brandon said that Julia suffered a large area of ​​burns on her body to save me and was sent abroad by the Carpenter Family for plastic surgery.

I remembered the time when Julia pushed me when the explosion happened. I couldn't even hate her with a clear conscience.

How long I laid in the hospital and how long I stayed in the hospital, Brandon turned down work and took care of me. He stayed by my side, taking care of me meticulously and bearing the bad emotions that I had nowhere to vent.

I didn't want to go out and see people, nor did I want to see the light. I even thought about committing suicide. If I died, I wouldn't have to live in pain.

It was Brandon who discovered that something was wrong with me. He stayed with me without moving a step and his eyes were red from staying up all the time.

The kind-hearted man held my hand and cried, "What should I do, Suzy, I don't know what to do."

I cried too, begging him to let me die.

Brandon held me tightly and refused to let go. He said incoherently, "Suzy, don't leave me, please, don't leave me."

It was him who accompanied me to struggle out of the quagmire bit by bit and it was also him who gave me hope to live.

But the way Julia appeared in front of me today was too dazzling, no different from when she stood beside Brandon and provoked me four years ago. Undisguised hatred. She hated me.

I forgot what happened when the fire broke out, but I was not a fool. How could a person who was full of malice towards me turn around and save me without caring about herself?

Tears fell down my cheeks, leaving a burn mark on the back of my hand. I raised my hand to wipe away the tears.

What if everything was fake? What if Julia's sacrifice to save me was fake from beginning to end?