People living in the entire building were running out.
There were also onlookers from a distance.
Just thinking of Lily Snow still inside the house, she dropped the chicken and ran towards the building but got stopped by the firefighters.
"It’s my house that’s on fire, and there’s still a girl inside."
"We will definitely do our best to rescue the trapped, you can’t go in now, it will affect the rescue."
Jane Quinlan was taken aside, frantic, she pulled out her cell phone to call Kay Forrest.
After picking up, Kay said leisurely: "I know I’m charming, but you don’t have to miss me every minute without hearing my voice."
"Kay Forrest, come back quickly, something has happened, the house is on fire."
"What?" As soon as Kay heard this, he stood up and walked outside, saying: "What happened?"
"I don’t know, I just found that the roof was on fire when I came back from the market.
The firefighters are fighting the fire.
They won’t let me enter, and Lily Snow is still upstairs, what should I do?"
Jane Quinlan said all this while anxiously stomping her feet.
Kay frowned: "Listen to me, don’t go in, it’s too dangerous.
No matter what the situation is inside, you can’t help.
Wait for me in an absolutely safe place, I’m on my way home."
After hanging up, Jane Quinlan looked up at the roaring flames leaping out of the window, her heart lifted to her throat.
She clasped her hands together, praying that nothing would happen to Lily Snow.
After a long while, she keenly saw Lily Snow being helped out by the firefighters.
She dashed towards Lily Snow: "Miss Snow, are you alright?"
Upon seeing Jane Quinlan, Lily Snow started crying immediately.
She hugged Jane Quinlan tightly: "Oh my God, I was scared to death, I thought I was going to die today."
Jane Quinlan held her, patting her back: "Don’t be afraid, it’s over now, everything has passed."
While comforting her, Jane Quinlan looked up, it seemed like the fire was under control.
Because thick black smoke was billowing out of the window.
An ambulance arrived, and she took Lily Snow to get oxygen in the vehicle.
When Kay Forrest arrived back, the fire had already been completely subdued.
He ran to the side of the ambulance and heaved a sigh of relief seeing that both women were unharmed.
He glared at Lily Snow: "You’re really something else.
How can you manage to set the house on fire by cooking soup alone?
How did you do that, can you teach me, huh?"
Lily Snow pouted with grievance: "I...I didn’t do it on purpose.
It’s just a broken house, I can compensate you.
Why do you have to shout at me."
Jane Quinlan gestured Kay to stop: "Don’t say any more, no one wants this kind of incident.
The person most scared by this situation must be Miss Snow.
Could you please say less?"
Kay crossed his arms, really stunned by this. It was okay for a person to be a bit foolish.
But how could she lack even basic life skills?
Lily Snow hugged Jane Quinlan and cried again.
After inhaling oxygen, Kay insisted on taking her to the hospital to check if there were any problems with her physical indicators.
The two accompanied her through a thorough examination at the hospital.
They even did an EEG in the end.
After finishing the exams, just as she was sent back to the ward to wait for the results, Oliver Turner rushed in urgently.
As soon as he entered, he ignored Kay Forrest playing games on his phone and Jane Quinlan sitting by the bed, and directly grabbed Lily Snow’s hand: "How are you, are you alright?"
Seeing his concerned look, Lily Snow blinked and raised her hand to touch her forehead: "I... feel a bit dizzy.
Aren’t you very busy? How come you have time to see me?"
"Is this the time to talk about this?
What happened, how did the fire start?"
Oliver spoke with some displeasure in his voice.
Seeing him being so nice to her was a joy for Lily Snow.
"It’s all because you always complain about me. I felt I was unattractive, so I had Jane Quinlan teach me how to cook, didn’t I.
How was I to know that the soup would spurt out after boiling...
Anyway, I was scared to death today.
There was no one at home, I couldn’t even seek help."
Jane Quinlan was frustrated, she had forgotten to tell her to open the lid when the soup boiled.
Oliver Turner turned to Jane Quinlan: "You taught her to cook but you weren’t home yourself?"
Jane Quinlan bit her lip: "I...went to the market for a bit."
"Don’t you know she’s never done anything before?
Leaving her alone at home to cook is very dangerous.
She doesn’t have this common sense, don’t you either?
Why are you all so incredibly worrisome, one after another?"