Her black hair stuck to her face, which was stained with blood. There was so much blood gushing out that it seemed she was soaking in a puddle of blood.
Lucas couldn't believe his eyes.
My Ashlyn... My Ashlyn...
Tears streamed down his face and mixed with the rain.
His eyes were red as he reached out to open the door. Alas, the door was engulfed in flames.
Without batting an eyelid, Lucas reached out for the door handle and gave it a forceful tug.
The flames immediately crept up his palm.
Slowly, the repugnant scent of charred flesh filled the air.
Everyone else gazed at him incredulously.
Did he just reach into the fire just to open the door?
Blair, Spencer, and the rest were all shocked.
Thud! Lucas tossed the remains of the door aside after he pulled it out from the car.
Ignoring his burned palm, he bent down to pick Ashlyn up.
The temperature in the car was scorching hot. Ashlyn's entire body was burning and aching as though her bones had been crushed.
Her head was also heavy. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Lucas' grim expression.
Licking her lips stained with blood, she whispered, “H-Hubby...”
Hearing her familiar voice, Lucas trembled violently. It had been ages since she last called him “Hubby.”
After all, she stopped calling him “Hubby” after their divorce.
Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes as he vowed, “Don't worry. I will save you!”
Ashlyn's mind wandered off. Her lips twitched, but nothing came out of her mouth.
No, I don't want to die. I have yet to find my mother or the person who set this trap up for Lucas and me. I can't die!
Her eyes snapped open without warning.
She forced herself to stay awake. Her eyes were red as blood trickled down her forehead and cheeks.
It was a horrifying sight, for she looked like a ghost who had just climbed out of hell.
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