Erica said with a forced smile, "Matthew, promise me that you will marry the beautiful and gentle eldest princess of some rich family instead of the naughty youngest one that always causes trouble..." She remembered her father himself once calling her his naughty little princess.

"In my eyes, there is no distinction between the eldest and the youngest princesses. Rika, you're the only princess in my heart," Matthew told her affectionately. No matter how naughty she was, he didn't mind. His wealth, spirit, and body could withstand any torture she might inflict on him.

With some difficulty, she forced another smile. 'Did I get burned in the back? It hurts!' she thought to herself. "Matthew, I once said I would love you in my own way. In this life, I only love you. You're my heaven and my destiny." And she would love him in her next life as well.

A long time ago, her mother told her and her sister what happened the year that Gifford was born. Back then, Blair had run into a group of gangsters, who had tried to kill Wesley at the gate of their house. Blair, who had been pregnant with Gifford, had got seriously injured in order to save Wesley. With her body bleeding and spitting blood out of her mouth, she didn't think she was going to survive at the time.

Many years later, it was Erica's turn to save her beloved from the fire and get seriously injured in the process as well.

Now, her whole body ached due to the burning beam that had hit her. She wanted to keep talking but spat out blood instead.

Ironically, fate had brought mother and daughter face to face with similar disasters.

In Blair's case, she had been in a coma in the hospital for a long time before she woke up.

But what about Erica? If she closed her eyes now, would she ever wake up to see Matthew and the kids again?

Gritting his teeth, Matthew tried to calm himself down and asked, "Rika, don't you want to hear me say that I love you? So, don't close your eyes. Hold on. When you recover, I'll tell you that I love you every day. Rika, I love you very much..."

At that instant, the sound of someone kicking the iron door came from outside, but Matthew didn't seem to hear it. Instead, he continued to confess his love to his girl, "You're my heart, my lungs

ter deep hole and came up with an idea.

Pulling a branch from the side, he picked up a few larger leaves and did his best to cover up the hole. If one weren't looking carefully where he stepped, he wouldn't be able to see anything.

Before Barry came over, the boy jumped to the other side of the hole and bent down, pressing his hands on his knees. As he gasped for air, he waited for Barry to get close.

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Barry had sweat running down his forehead once he noticed the boy had stopped. He took the opportunity to lean against a tree and regain his breath as well. "Son of a bitch, I finally caught up with you..."

Damian took a few steps back and pretended to reason with him. "Stop chasing me. Please let me go. My father is rich. I'll tell him to give you money. How about that?"

"No. If I let you go now, I'll be killed when I head back. The money will be of no use to me if I'm dead." Barry took a few steps forward, his legs visibly weak.

Suddenly, Damian turned around and ran away. Barry reacted immediately and picked up his pace to go after the boy.

But to his surprise, after a step or two, he stumbled and fell into the hole. "Ahhhh!" He screamed in pain. He had almost broken his leg with the fall.

When Damian heard Barry's cry, he knew that he had fallen into his trap. Looking back, he laughed at him and provoked, "Come and catch me!"

Barry struggled to pull his right leg out of the hole, but before he could stand up, a sharp pain came over his ankle.

It was sprained.