Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 981:

He always kept a fire extinguisher in the trunk of his sports car! It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing!

He ran back to his car and clumsily grabbed the fire extinguisher before darting back to the fire.noveldrama

But his small, portable extinguisher did little to put out the fiery flames. It was like trying to put out a bonfire with a squirt gun—the flames barely wavered.

Nathan’s heart thundered furiously. He was desperate now.

Thankfully, he finally heard the sirens approaching from the distance. When he turned in their direction, he saw several fire trucks roaring down the highway.

The firefighters were quick and efficient, and they managed to control the fire in just a matter of minutes.

Nathan stood behind the safety line, anxiously waiting for news. It took an hour to completely put out the fire. At that point, all that was left of the car was its bare bones.

A handful of firefighters slowly and carefully inspected the wreckage.

Nathan watched in tense silence, his heart already in his throat. After a while, the fire captain walked up to him, looking utterly bewildered.

“We didn’t find any bodies inside the car, sir.”

Nathan froze. His heart stuttered.

What? Then what had he been running around for, terrified out of his mind?

Where the hell was Sadie?

Despite the car’s charred condition, it was still recognizable enough that he knew it was the one she had used.

Nathan frowned and stared at his feet, his mind racing.

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Then a brief conversation from yesterday flashed in his mind. Sadie had asked him to tell everyone that she would be taking the highway back to Jazmah this morning.

The truth dawned on him, and he could only smack his forehead in frustration. How had he not thought of that?

Nathan closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief. Then he chuckled in admiration. That woman was something else, all right.

All of a sudden, a voice in the back of his mind told him to look around. Right then, a black car sped down the highway next to the lane of the burnt car.

Wasn’t that the same car he had seen back at the hospital? What was it doing here?

Nathan felt a twinge of suspicion. Could this unmarked car be connected to the incident?

Meanwhile, in the back seat of the car in question, a bodyguard took out his phone and made a call. The line connected after two rings.

“Hello?” Ophelia answered, sounding quite agitated.

The bodyguard lowered his voice. “Miss, it’s done. I saw it with my own eyes—the car is practically burned to ashes. There’s no way anyone could have survived.”

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