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Amantha did not run away like everyone else.

She just stood there quietly, looking at Jiang Wan with hatred with her emerald green eyes, as if the raging fire had nothing to do with her.

it is ridiculous.

Her life was spent hating only one person, a person who was sincere to her.

The flames quickly engulfed the building and rushed towards Amantha with overwhelming force.

Jiang Wan would not save her, she just wanted to witness her death and applaud it.

Humans are extremely complex creatures.

People’s hearts are hidden, and approaching others with good intentions may make them hold a grudge against you. Isn’t that funny?

The one who was wrong was not the original owner, but Amantha.

The rat in the sewer is only suitable for living in the sewer; it would not be used to staying in the sun.

Amantha is that mentally twisted rat. She doesn't deserve anyone to be nice to her because in her eyes, everyone else wants to harm her and they all pity her.

Soon, the flames lit up half the sky red.

It started raining and put out the fire, preventing it from spreading and harming innocent people.

Jiang Wan watched as the once prosperous manor became a ruin.

Amantha also died in the fire and her body was never found.

She stretched out her hand, and the rain fell into her palm, feeling a little cold.

What was falling was rain, but it also seemed like the tears of the original owner.

Jiang Wan looked at the wetness in his palms and said silently in his heart: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone who hurt you go."

Gu Mingzhao hugged her tightly and said softly, "Wanwan, let's go home."

He didn't want to see her worried, so he spoke to divert her attention.

Jiang Wan clasped his palms together and smiled at him, "Okay, let's go home."

The rain is getting heavier, washing the scorched earth. When the spring breeze blows next year, perhaps this place will be full of weeds and wild flowers, and they are all free.

……

The rain continued for two days and only stopped when it was almost daybreak.

Mrs. Jiang, dressed elegantly in silk pajamas and with a facial mask on, started her morning skin care routine.

When the housekeeper reported the news, she was only surprised for a moment, as if she was going through some necessary procedure and said in surprise: "What?! You said Xiao Wan is dead?"

After saying that, she put on her facial mask beautifully and fiddled with her cosmetics.

What kind of makeup will you wear today?

Noble and cold? Or intellectual and generous?

After choosing the lipstick, she moved to the cloakroom.

Wearing a skirt? Is it a long skirt or a short skirt?

She had a great time shopping in the luxurious 60-square-meter cloakroom, where all the clothes hanging were from famous brands and limited editions of the season.

The death of her daughter did not dampen her spirits.

The elderly butler sighed, shook his head, and went to find the other owner of the house.

At this time, the original owner's father would usually read in the study.

The butler knocked on the door three times and then waited respectfully at the door.

This is a rule unique to the Jiang family.

Knocking once means something is wrong, and Jiang's father usually ignores it.

Knocking twice means the matter is more urgent, and Jiang's father will open the door depending on his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will open the door; if he is in a bad mood, the door will be closed and any matter will have to wait for him to come out.

Knocking three times means it is an extremely urgent matter and Father Jiang will definitely open the door.

Sure enough, a strong male voice sounded from inside, "Come in."

The butler pushed open the door and went in, "Master."

"what's up?"

The man had blond hair and blue eyes. His eyes stayed on the open book and he didn't even glance at the butler.

"Master, there's news over there that Miss Jiang Wan is dead."

The butler's voice was calm. He raised his head slightly and secretly observed Jiang's father's reaction.

Father Jiang was stunned for a moment. He closed the book, took off his glasses, and rubbed his sore eyes.

"I didn't sleep well last night, and my eyes started to feel sore after reading just a few pages this morning."

This lie is so crude that anyone with a discerning eye can see through it.

The butler heard it, but he didn't expose it. He just lowered his head completely.

Father Jiang opened the book again, put on his glasses, and asked casually, "How did he die?"

"There was a huge fire in the manor, and everyone was burned to death."

"Does the lady know?"

"know."

The conversation ended here. Father Jiang said to the housekeeper without even looking up, "Go out."

"Okay, sir."

The butler stepped out, and at the moment he closed the door, he saw through the crack of the door that Jiang's father's shoulders were shaking slightly.

What a strange family.

Today is Sunday. Father Jiang doesn’t have to go to the company and the second daughter doesn’t have to go to school. It is the Jiang family’s weekly “reunion day”.

The nanny prepared a sumptuous lunch, and after the meal, they would go out for an outing.

At the dinner table, the three of them were just like they did any other day, passing food to each other, asking about each other's well-being, and having a great time.

They are a sweet family of three, and no one can get in the way.

"Wendy, eat more. Look how thin you have become."

"Mommy, stop serving me food. There's too much rice in my bowl and I can't finish it~"

Wendy is their youngest daughter, a little princess who grew up being pampered.

Because Jiang's mother is not used to the food here, the nanny hired by the Jiang family can cook Chinese food.

Mother Jiang took another bite of food with her chopsticks. She looked at Wendy with concern and said, "Eat more. Honey, you've lost a lot of weight. Mom will be sad."

She also made a "praying" gesture.

"Thank you, Mommy."

Wendy buried her head in the food in her bowl and her eyes quietly shifted to her father.

He used to care about me and pick food for me, so why is he so silent today?

He looks very unhappy.

Her eyes rolled around and she remembered what the housekeeper said, that her nominal sister was dead.

So, Dad was unhappy because that sickly kid died?

Wendy raised her lips unhappily. It was good that the evildoer died. Then her parents would be hers forever.

It is unforgivable that my father is sad because of her.

How can I not make him sad?

Got it!

Wendy picked up a piece of food for Jiang's mother and pretended to be calm. "Mommy, I heard from the housekeeper that my sister is dead. Is this true?"

The dinner table suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding could not be heard.

But the silence lasted only two seconds.

Jiang's mother broke the silence with her frankness. She snorted coldly, "If he's dead, then he's dead. That's good. It saves your father from sending money there every month. The only downside is that the manor is gone too. It's a loss of wealth for nothing."

Wendy was delighted to hear what her mother said.

Look, my dear good-for-nothing sister, Dad loves Mom the most, and Mom loves me the most.

And you have been abandoned by them long ago.

Father Jiang threw his chopsticks. He and Mother Jiang had been married for so many years, and this was the first time he lost his temper with her.

Jiang's mother also threw down her chopsticks, left the table angrily and went upstairs.

Father Jiang sat in the chair, struggled for a few minutes, and then chased after him.

Wendy was left alone, and she smiled victoriously.