As the fire raged, there was noise everywhere — cries, screams and sirens. Everyone was frightened. The flames of the fire in the dark night looked like the call of death.
Andy had just arrived after finishing his work and saw the fire. He wasted no time to speak with Autumn and rushed into the hotel.
Autumn immediately followed Andy, but Sam grabbed her arm tightly. Sam didn't want Autumn to be in danger.
"What are you doing?" Sam had always been soft to Autumn, but this time he was stern.
"Let go of me! Cindy is in the hotel." Autumn had met Cindy for only one day, but cared a lot about her.
Sam held Autumn's shoulders with both his hands, fixed his eyes upon her and said, "Listen to me, stay here. I will safely bring Cindy out. Got it?"
"Sam! Sam!" Sam smashed his way into the sea of flames. Autumn's heart hammered in her throat.
Heavy smoke billowed from the top of the high-rise, and even blotted out the sky. Some people hurried outside with disheveled hair and dirty faces. Some people were even injured. Hardly breathing, Autumn stared at the burning building. She didn't want to see anyone get hurt in the fire.
The clock ticked with every second seeming like a century to Autumn.
Autumn knew the longer anyone stayed in the building, the greater the danger they were in.
The firemen blocked Autumn from the cordon, her eyes fixed at the entrance of the hotel. Some people came out. But not Sam, Cindy nor Andy. Some more people came out. Still not them...
Autumn was feeling like a roller coaster. Then dark clouds gathered and a heavy rain showered down upon the burning building. The leaping flames were extinguished in the downpour. The gods seemed to have heard Autumn's prayer.
Autumn's legs were so weak that she could hardly stand. Andy suddenly appeared at the entrance, holding Abby. Sam followed right behind Andy with Cindy in his arms. The moment Autumn saw the little girl, she felt a sense of relief then fainted.
Autumn wanted only to have a good rest and put aside all troubles.
The people around, the screams, the disaster... These had nothing to do with her now.
When Autumn woke up, it was the next morning. The head of the hotel had wasted no time apologizing for the previous night's accident, rearranging the accommodations and making compensations.
The hotel manager also apologized to the guests who were injured in the fire and promised to pay for the medical expenses.
Autumn slowly opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling of the ward. She swallowed to moisten her sore throat and moved a bit.
Autumn didn't get hurt in the fire, but she had developed a high fever because of the rain. Her fever had gone down a bit during the night.
She stretched out her hand, trying to reach for the glass of water on the nearby table. But a big hand picked it up first.
Autumn raised her head with difficulty and saw Charles's straight face. She was both thrilled and panicked. "Why are you here?"
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