I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 408 Not Worthy of Living in This World

“Who are you?” Melanie shouted.

However, she immediately breathed in more thick smoke, causing her to choke on the smoke and not be able to speak.

Instinctive calls to help were often the least effective,

Melanie forced herself to calm down quickly and took out her phone, only to find that there was no signal at all. It seemed that those people outside were well-prepared; they had set up signal interference in the vicinity, leaving her with no way to call for help,

She instinctively thought that the people outside must be here to deal with her, and she had inadvertently involved the child. She had saved Gabriel from a burning room before, so she had some experience this time.

Melanie quickly surveyed the room. She remembered that the woman taking care of the boy had fetched water

from the room last time.

Sure enough, she quickly found the wash basin. She wet two towels with soapy water, and tightly covered the boy’s mouth and nose with one.

“I-I’'m scared!” The boy trembled, almost on the verge of tears.

“Don't be afraid. I’m here, so you'll be fine.” Melanie could only comfort him while covering her own mouth with the wet towel. Yet, the smoke in the room was getting thicker, making them both cough.

Although the windows and door were sealed shut, she needed to find another way out. She didn’t know if they could survive if they continued to stay here.

Just then, she heard a cat meowing outside.

“Kitty!”

The boy, upon hearing the sound, threw away the wet towel and rushed toward a corner.

“You need the towel! Come back quickly!”

Melanie picked up the towel and chased after him, only to see the boy moving aside some debris, revealing a hole in the wall. A cat had entered from outside.

There was actually a hole!

Although the hole was small, the surrounding brick walls were already crumbling. It just so happened that there was a shovel.

Melanie immediately grabbed it, and started digging. Following the loose bricks, she exerted all her strength to enlarge the hole. Turning to the boy, she said, “Come, you and the cat crawl out through here and seek help.”

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The boy said the same thing. “I’m scared, Y-You accompany me.”

Melanie tried to relax, coughing as she encouraged him, “Don’t be afraid. This hole is too small for me to craw out. Only you and the cat can. Remember, once you're out, run toward crowded places, scream fire, and call tox

help. Bring them here.” In the midst of her incessant talking, the boy gradually relaxed. He got the cat to crawl out first. “Pretty lady, what about you?” he asked,

Melanie was so exhausted that she was leaning against the wall. She gathered her remaining strength to cover her mouth with the wet towel, but it wasn’t of much help now. “I'll wait for you here. Find someone to

help me. Go,” After saying that, she closed her eyes. She vaguely sensed the boy struggling to crawl out. She soon heard the noise outside, but it wasn’t the boy calling for help from the crowd, but a group of people menacingly warning him, “You still want to run?” “You little bastard! You're going to die!” Could it be that the person who set the fire intended to harm...that boy? She fell into unconsciousness right after that... When Melanie regained consciousness, she felt her whole body was very heavy and sore, including her eyelids. She could hear people talking around her. She wanted to open her eyes to see who it was, but she couldn't. Melanie heard a man’s voice. “Miss, she’s pregnant, so there aren’t many options for medications, and her recovery will be slower.” “She’s a perfumer. Regardless of the medication you use, remember, | don’t want to hear about her olfactory and gustatory senses being damaged,” a woman said. The woman's instructions were decisive and sharp, her voice tinged with the certainty of someone experienced. She sounded as elegant and smooth as silk. “Yes, miss. | will carefully consider which medication to prescribe to her,” the man said respectfully. After a pause, the man asked, “Miss, what's this behind her shoulder? It looks like...?” The atmosphere suddenly tensed. Then came a dead silence. It seemed that someone was touching her shoulder, but everything was a haze that Melanie couldn’t be sure. After a while, the woman asked suspiciously, “Do you suspect that she’s hiding something?” “Yes, this green birthmark on her is very strange. Although it's a birthmark, it’s remarkably similar to that 213-

+ 15 BONOS “Go check and see what she’s trying to hide.”

The woman calmly ordered, “My baby said she encouraged him to crawl out of the hole. She saved my son, so I'll ensure the safety of her and her child. When the opportunity arises, hand her over to her friend. Handle it neatly, without leaving any traces.”

The man then asked, “Yes. What about those henchmen, miss?”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Anyone who dares to call my son a bastard is not worthy of living in this world!” the woman sparted ruthlessly, her elegant voice sending chills down one’s spine.

“Understood!”