Chapter 487 The Door is Locked!
Eugene didn't continue with what Jessica had just said, but suddenly said, "If there's anything you want me to do, I am willing to do it to make up for you as long as I can make it."
"I want my mom to be alive. Can you make it?" Jessica retorted sarcastically.
Eugene's expression darkened instantly. He poured himself another glass of wine and raised it, "Jessica, it's indeed my fault about your mother's situation. She was so young when she got involved with me. But unfortunately, she passed away that way. I couldn't apologize..."
"Eugene, is this how you plan to get my forgiveness?" Jessica suddenly placed her bottle on the table, looking at him coldly, "She was thinking about you until she died, and after more than twenty years, you just want to end this topic with an apology? "
Eugene put down his glass, looking at her with a steady gaze. Jessica stared back at him without flinching.
The conflict between father and daughter was not something that could be resolved in a short. No matter what he did, it couldn't erase the accumulated resentment.
But he clearly didn't take the person Jessica cared about most seriously.
His only goal was to keep her, but he was never willing to show any extra emotion for her mother. For over twenty years, he hadn't shown a shred of genuine remorse, and now he wanted to get her forgiveness with just an apology.
Jessica couldn't stand any longer. If she continued to sit here, who knew what else he might say to infuriate her.
She suddenly stood up, "I'm going to the restroom."
Gabriel didn't let her go alone and stood up to accompany her.
Jessica stood silently in the restroom for a while, then lingered in the powder room. Thinking about what Donald had said about being careful of Aaron, she suddenly decided to go out and see if she could subtly find out what he knew or thought about the matter.
When Jessica came out of the powder room, without actually touching up her makeup, Gabriel took her hand to lead her back. Suddenly, he paused, feeling the coldness of her hand.
Jessica tried to pull her hand back but failed. Under Gabriel's displeased questioning gaze, she looked away and said, "I was thinking there jsut now, and my hand was under the water for too long. The water was a bit cold, so..."
"Never being affected by his words," Gabriel said.
"I know," Jessica replied.
Jessica had indeed lost her temper a bit over her mother's matter. She had been dead for so many years, and there was no point in pursuing it further. Besides, she knew Eugene well. She had known him for years that he was a heartless douchebag. How could she expect him to have any regrets or remembrance for her mother? He had married Trinity's mother to build a good family image and stabilize his position in the Jenner family. Now his goal was clear. All he cared about was the Jenner family's wealth and interests.
When they returned to the private room and opened the door, they found that Eugene was also gone.
The waiter outside said Eugene had taken a call and either went downstairs to meet someone or went to the restroom, asking them to wait here.
With the door closed, Jessica turned back to the dining table. Seeing the whole table of dishes, she realized she was indeed hungry, but she had no appetite as she looked at the dishes.
There was a faint smell of something burning in the air. Jessica noticed the odd smell and looked up to see Gabriel's eyes fixed on the window.
This private room was in the middle of the third floor of the hotel, with only one glass window facing outside. Although it was already dark outside, she could see what seemed to be thick smoke rising.
"What's burning..." Jessica was about to check when Gabriel suddenly grabbed her wrist and led her towards the door.
At that moment, they heard a "click" on the door, followed by hurried footsteps running away.
Gabriel quickly stepped forward and pushed, but the door was locked!
Jessica immediately understood what was happening and incredulously pushed the door herself.
The door didn't budge.
Jessica cursed in her heart and pounded on the door, but it was clear that no one was outside now, and Eugene was missing.
"Who is it?" Jessica asked, pounding on the door and frowning.
Could Eugene have locked her in here for some other plans?
"It's not Eugene. If anything happens to you, it would be more harmful than beneficial to him. The hotel fire is definitely not an accident; it's man-made," Gabriel said in a calm, cold voice beside her. At the same time, he kicked the door hard.
The smell of something burning was getting stronger, and Jessica was worried a lot..
This door wasn't an ordinary wooden door; it was exceptionally sturdy. When they had entered earlier, she had felt the heavy, high-quality material of the door, with no decorative carvings, indicating its solid construction.
The door only shook slightly. The inner lock trembled from Gabriel's kick, almost falling off but still hanging precariously in the middle.
"I smell it..." Jessica said.
"Gasoline," Gabriel said.
Her brow furrowed. No wonder the smoke outside was black!
The door was clearly not going to open. Jessica turned to the window to look outside, seeing that the fire had indeed started on the first floor. The only escape route outside the window was surrounded by flames, making it impossible to escape through the window.
Gabriel kicked the door again, and even from where Jessica stood , she could hear the loud noise. Despite his strength, the door didn't move. It was likely that the lock outside had been secured with something even more solid.
Gabriel came back, opened the only bottle of water on the table, and poured it over Jessica's wool scarf, shoving it into her hands, "Don't inhale the smoke!"
"What about you?" Jessica looked up at him.
"I'm fine!" The smoke had already entered the room. Gabriel pressed the wet wool scarf to her mouth and nose and turned to find a suitable escape route by the window.
Jessica held the wool scarf, turning to see the black smoke seeping through the door crack. Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging the room into a suffocating darkness. The crackling sound of something burning outside the window was like a death knell, pounding on her nerves with relentless terror.
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