When I was a child, I accidentally fell and the two of them nervously sent me to the hospital for a full body check-up, but now they criticized me for being clumsy.
But they forgot that the injury on my wrist was caused by Oliver stepping on me and the injury on my forehead was caused by the sharp corner of the table when Orlando pushed me away.
At this moment, a delicate voice rang out. "Oliver, Orlando, there seems to be a bad guy wandering outside my house. I'm afraid ...." It was Camile's voice.
"Don't be afraid, just stay home, I'll be there soon!" Orlando hurried out of the kitchen, hit my shoulder with the car keys in his hand and walked out while talking.
Oliver followed behind and said, "Let me go and check it out too!"
The living room instantly quieted down and I fixed my gaze on the new photo hanging on the wall behind the sofa.
Camile was wearing a pink princess dress and the two brothers hugged her from left to right like knights, smiling brightly and happily.
The photo frame originally held a group photo of me and the two brothers going out for fun, but now it had been rolled up into a ball and stuffed in the trash can.
After washing up, the room was filled with thick black smoke.
The smoke alarm blared and water sprayed out from the roof, drenching me from head to toe.
I instinctively thought there was a fire and immediately called Oliver.
"There's a fire at home, come back quickly!"
Before I could finish my words, he interrupted me ruthlessly. "Hermione, we just came out of the house and you said there was a fire. Don't you even think before you lie?"
Orlando's voice came from afar. "You don't need to pay attention to her, Oliver. She is just petty. She doesn't even consider her position to meddle in other people's affairs. It's so annoying!"
Before I could say anything else, the phone was hung up.
Helpless, I had to search for the source of the fire in the dark.
It turned out that Orlando left in a hurry and forgot to turn off the stove. His beef rib soup had already been burned into black charcoal.
The room was filled with thick smoke, making it difficult for me, who suffers from asthma, to breathe.
I gasped desperately, my vision went dark and I staggered to the medicine box, following the memory.
Trembling hands were uncontrollable and as they waved, they accidentally touched something, making a crisp sound.