Even Matthew was coughing, but he fought the urge and was desperately going from one corner to the next, trying to find a way to escape.

He was also a man, not a god. He was usually good at solving all kinds of normal problems. But now he was facing an iron door and barred windows. Death loomed closer. Even though he was actively trying to find a solution, a few minutes later, he still couldn't figure it out.

Two minutes later, Erica shrank into a corner where the fire was not burning. She put her hands to her soot-covered face and gasped for breath. Matthew, on the other hand, was still studying the door and windows. She wanted to ask him to come over and hide with her, but when she raised her head, she saw a blazing beam about to fall from the ceiling.

She stared at it for two seconds and was sure that the beam was shuddering, trying to give way.

Matthew had smashed a door in the kitchen, and was using the wood, trying to put a hole in the wall. ‘Oh no! If the beam falls, it'll crush Matthew!* Erica thought to herself, startled. She stood up, heedless of the danger, and sprinted towards him.

"Matthew, Look out!" she yelled.

But it was too late. Erica leapt at him, knocking him over. The burning beam struck her across her back.

“Aaargh..."

Bang! The beam slipped from her back and fell to the floor with a Loud noise.

Erica felt as if her spine was on fire. It hurt so much.

The beam was so heavy that when it struck Erica, Matthew felt it too.

"It must have been really heavy, ' he thought. 'Oh God, is she...?"

Hearing the loud noise, Matthew crouched down. Then he quickly gathered the soot-covered woman in his arms.

“Rika, are you okay?"

Before he could see what was wrong with Erica, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Mmmph..."

Instantly, Matthew panicked. His thin lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Rika!" He felt that his hand on her back was wet suddenly.

He moved his hand to a different spot and looked her over carefully.

Her creamy white shirt was grey from all the smoke. Her shirt was glued to her scalded skin, and he couldn't bear to look straight at her back.

"Rika!" Realizing what had happened, Matthew roared, tears falling from his eyes for probably the first time.

The injured woman suddenly burst into tears as well.

"Matthew, I left home for three years, hoping to become worthy of you. But apparently I hadn't gotten any smarter. I was fooled by those gangsters again, and got you killed too!" If she hadn't insisted on avenging Orange, Matthew would be okay. He wouldn't be here, killed for her foolishness.

She should have taken her revenge before finding him again

“You're not dumb. It's just that they had this all planned out. Why do you think they took the kids first? They were using our sons to get to you. You wanted to protect them, naturally." As a mother, she couldn't stay calm when she saw her children being abducted.