The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 573

As the chaotic gang fight raged on, someone knocked over a barrel of fuel, and his lighter dropped to the ground and broke apart.

A spark ignited a fire, which quickly developed into a raging flame that engulfed the factory, and choking black smoke filled the air.

"Mark, it is going to blow. Get Summer out of here!" Jazz shouted.

Mark was close to the back door. He carried Summer i n his arms and escaped, while calling the hospital with a phone in his hand.

Jazz spun around and ran out, but fire and thick black smoke were about to block the backdoor escape route. He suddenly hesitated and then turned back in.

Ronald sat on the ground, his lower body had caught fire. He was wailing in pain but could not move.

Jazz pulled Ronald over and brought him out of the factory. There was a look of hurt and mockery on his face as Jazz wished he could just leave Ronald to die i n the fire.

They escaped from the burning abandoned factory. Not long after they emerged, they heard an explosion and then a fireball rose into the sky above the factory

behind them.

As they got into the car, the driver started the engine and put the pedal to the metal.

The air in the cabin was frighteningly quiet.

There had never been a moment like this. It made Jazz feel depressed, suffocated; as if he was going to die in the car.

Summer's eyes were closed. The blood on her lower body was glaring at Mark and also dyed his clothes red. But he said not a word.

But no one wanted to talk at this moment-not even a word, as no matter what they said it was going to be inappropriate.

"Summer, you will have children again in the future. You and Mark are still young; you two will have children again..." Jazz suddenly said.

It hurt Jazz to see her paleness, silence, and wound, as if thousands of needles pierced into his heart.

Summer used to be so cheery, but now she was so desolate. Jazz could not bear to see her this way.

Right now, all the response he got from her was endless silence. His voice was the only thing reverberating in the cabin. Other than that, there was only the sound of breathing.

Mark hugged her carefully, keeping himself in the same posture all the time.