Belle was rushed into the emergency room.

Celeste arrived first, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having cried all the way there. “Mr. Shaw, how is Belle?”

Alfred’s voice was hoarse and deep from smoke inhalation. “She inhaled a lot of smoke and is in critical care. Stay with her here. I have to step out.”

Celeste nodded, choking back tears.

Alfred quickly left the hospital.

Ian’s car was parked right ...