Chapter 1

At the food festival, my husband's first love pushed me, three months pregnant, into a boiling oil vat.

My belly was instantly scalded through, amniotic fluid leaking out and fusing with my clothes.

My husband rushed in with a doctor, but his first action was to meticulously treat the scratches on his first love's hands.

"Back to your tricks again, huh? Burning yourself for sympathy, then framing Primrose?"

He glanced at me with a cold sneer.

"You'd really do anything to get rid of her, wouldn't you?"

With that, my husband quietly coaxed his first love to leave.

As for me, I passed out on the oil-stained kitchen floor from massive blood loss and the excruciating pain of the burns.

When I opened my eyes again, chaos erupted in the kitchen, and I felt another forceful shove from behind.

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I gritted my teeth and protected my abdomen, staggering to a corner of the back kitchen. The burns all over my body made it hard to breathe.

Primrose looked at the reporters flooding in and suddenly shouted, "Lydia's about to kill someone! Help!"

Hearing this explosive news, the reporters turned their cameras on me in unison. I raised the thermometer in my hand—

"Step back! The oil temperature here is over the limit and could catch fire at any moment!"

A few reporters were scared away.

All the major media outlets were staking out the food festival. Someone must have leaked the news, allowing these people to rush into the kitchen area.

I tightly gripped the thermometer data in my hand, waiting for one person.

Before my rebirth, shortly after my death, Chairman Frost, the behind-the-scenes chairman of the global headquarters of Fullhouse Restaurant, would come here with her confidants for an on-site inspection.

Sure enough, there was a commotion outside, and the reporters turned towards the door: "It's Chairman Frost! Quick, take pictures!"

The scene was chaotic. Seeing that elegant figure enter the kitchen, I secretly rejoiced—I had finally waited for her.

Suddenly, the kitchen exhaust caught fire, with flames darting towards Chairman Frost's direction. Ignoring my burns, I rushed over to push her away, only to be overwhelmed by the thick smoke and collapse to the ground. I feel dizzy and disoriented, with a shrill alarm piercing my ears. I hear Chairman Frost's angry voice: "The fire safety measures here are completely substandard! Call the fire department immediately!"

I was only unconscious for a few minutes before the pain jolted me awake. Primrose rushes over to me: "Oh my God, Lydia! This is all my fault. I'm absolutely terrified."

My stomach, where the burn is, is bleeding. Her sudden embrace makes me break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Chairman Frost quickly supports me: "Don't move. The ambulance will be here soon! Thank you for saving me!"

A commotion erupts from the kitchen. I know Damien must have arrived with help.

Sure enough, when Primrose sees Damien barging in with doctors, she immediately runs to him in tears: "Damien, I'm so scared!"

Clutching my stomach, I say weakly: "Chairman Frost, please save my baby... I'm three months pregnant..."

Chairman Frost's face suddenly changes:

"You're pregnant?! Quick, call 911!"

"Don't worry, I know the best specialists from the Department of Burn. We'll save you for sure!"

"This is all my fault for not inspecting thoroughly. To have you hold an exhibition in such a dangerous environment!" "Don't worry, I've already called a private doctor. They'll be here soon."

As she spoke, she took off her coat and gently draped it over me, but my blood continued to seep out relentlessly.

In the distance, Primrose collapsed into Damien's arms, sobbing, "Thank God you're here. I had no idea what to do..."