Sir, Madam is Burned Alive Inside

“Sir Madam, she’s...” Ms. Jonas choked out, struggling to continue. Her mouth trembled, and even her breathing was filled with sobs.

“What happened to her?” Percival asked cautiously, as if touching a spiderwebbed mirror that would shatter with the slightest force.

“Madam is in trouble. There was a fire at the villa, and she was burned alive inside... The first-floor bedroom collapsed, and she was trapped under the debris.”

Percival’s eyes lost focus, and he stumbled, nearly freezing in the cold wind.

He looked up at the sky, feeling snowflakes melting on his cheeks like scalding tears. His face was contorted with grief, his eyes bloodshot, and his expression frozen.

Eulalia is dead? How could she die?

He had tormented her, turned her into a vegetable, she jumped off a building, crashed her car, he had signed countless critical condition notices for her, and she survived every time. She was just months away from beating stomach cancer. How could she be dead?

She must be mad at him for