Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 121 Did Not Die

The inside was full of flammable materials, and the flames instantly swept through the studio's discarded sundries and cardboard boxes, burning toward the surrounding walls.

Beatrice screamed in horror, coughed until she couldn't even finish her sentence.

She already realized who it was and slapped the door fiercely, as if she could see the woman outside the door, and said viciously, "Anastasia, I know it's you. You didn't die, so you come revenge on me. But you took away my man and my happiness. What makes you think you have the right to blame me? You two have divorced but you are still entangled. How shameless are you? We really love each other. Why can't you just leave us alone?"

In the end, Beatrice cried as she felt wronged.

Standing not far away, Anastasia watched the thick smoke coming out of the vent and could imagine the heat inside. It would definitely be the same or worse than the fire she experienced a few days ago. She just used the same method to give her the taste of her own medicine.

The pleasure of revenge welled in Anastasia's heart as she listened to the latter's curse and hoarsely cried, begging for mercy. It seemed to make her forget the pain and suffering before.

It turned out that it only needed to be so straightforward to completely relieve her unwillingness and discomfort.

Every grudge between them would eventually be set free in the fire.

But her baby would never come back.

Anastasia stared blankly for a while, turned, and left in another direction when she heard the sound of a siren from a distance.

The steadfast back figure looked pale, but she didn't regret it.

Beatrice was courting death, and she deserved it.

Back at the hospital, she put on her original clothes again.

Eleanor touched Anastasia's pale face, smiled, and changed the topic without asking her about the result. "I played two games for you, which cost 100 thousand dollars."

Anastasia smiled brightly, took over her phone as if nothing had happened, and said, "You suck."

After Eleanor left, Anastasia lay on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted.

Waking up from her sleep, she heard Derek arguing with someone outside in a low voice.

She became sober, opened the door, and went out. Right then, Christian looked at her with a complicated expression, while Derek's face was stern, scolding, "Get lost. We have nothing to say."

Christian looked at her and uttered, "Yesterday afternoon, Beatrice was tricked into a warehouse and locked inside. Someone set it on fire, and she suspected that it was you..."

Derek's eyes were cold, and he sneered indifferently, "So what? Is what that woman told the truth? Anastasia is still hospitalized and didn't even go out yesterday, so why should she be framed? I think that woman has bewitched you, and you've lost your mind, right?"

Christian kept staring at Anastasia as if he wanted to see something from her expression.

Anastasia raised her eyes lightly. Her face was pale and looked fragile. She had not fully recovered from the carbon monoxide inhaled in that fire.

"Did she die?" she asked faintly.

Christian's lips pursed into a straight line, and his eyes darkened.

"No, she just passed out."

Anastasia chuckled. "It's a pity that she didn't die."

She knew that those inflammable materials were piled up in the corner. It wouldn't cause any explosion or burn people to death in a short while.

Besides, Christian went to rescue faster than she expected.

She would not risk her own life. She just wanted to make Beatrice pay the price.

Anastasia smiled and looked at him. Although she looked fragile, with a determined expression, she said, "Mr. Patterson, if you suspect it's me, you should just call the police."