Rose fell into the arms of the firefighters when the man grabbed her as she was about to lift the remaining wooden door from the cupboard in her room. Flames shot out from behind the thick wooden door. It turned out that there was a big hole under the wood, where there was still some burning residue from the first floor. The fire almost hit Rose's body, had the officer not immediately pulled her body away. Rose could feel the heat of the fire even though they were already a safe distance away. Rose's face was about pale for sure, sensing the danger that was about to befall her. 'I have to live and be strong for my family.' "We have to get down soon, Miss. I'm afraid there's another fireball still trapped." The officer pulled Rose's hand to immediately get down. "But, sir. My documents, my son's birth certificate …" Rose was bewildered to see the remnants of the fire devour the place where she had kept all the important files. "You can reapply later, Miss. Your safety is most important right now." The officer pulled Rose's hand harder. Rose was forced to follow the officer's quick footsteps down the stairs. Every now and then she glanced upstairs, not willing if everything they had fought for, had been scorched in just a few hours. It was not an easy thing to ask for copies of important government papers, at a time when her father's status was not a native. "You'd better leave this place, miss. We'll be back tomorrow morning and you'll have to report to the police too." "Report? For what?" Rose, who was in a frantic state, couldn't think properly. "About this fire. You have to give a liability report, because this fire could have spread and hit other buildings." Rose felt very devastated when she heard that. She suffered the most from this fire, but she also had to bear the responsibility and pressure. "Are you a native or an immigrant?" The officer's question made Rose nervous. "I-I was born in this country," said Rose nervously. "All right. Now go home, Miss. We also want to rest." Rose forced to comply, she walked back towards the inn. Before leaving, Rose saw that the firefighters were spraying water on the second floor. The girl walked unsteadily as if without a life. She walked with a blurry vision and both arms wrapped around Kenzie's toy. It would be a miracle if this thing only scuffed a little under the glass cover which only cracked from the heat. Rose arrived in front of the inn building, she preferred to sit on the side of the road rather than go straight inside. The woman looked disheveled with dirty clothes and a dull face from tears and dirt. 'What shall I do, O my Lord.' She couldn't hold back the suffocating feeling in his heart. Rose sobbed with all her might. She ignored the few passersby looking at her sympathetically. Rose threw away the shame, the girl would rather cry on the side of the road than in front of her father. Just forty days ago she lost Ruby, her only sister. She had just been relieved that Robert had not threatened to take Kenzie away, but suddenly disaster struck again as if not letting her breathe a sigh of relief. All the possessions she had had disappeared, her bicycle had also caught fire. She only has a few hundred dollars at the moment and only three thousand dollars in the atm. Now she has to fight all over again, survive, find a new place to live, buy Kenzie's food, clothes and school. 'What if they all ask for compensation, where am I supposed to find that much money?' She was confused about how to deal with the demands of the building owner and made a report to the police. Should she inform her younger brother, Ryan, when the young man is in preparation for the wedding. While asking Conrad for help was a real shame, when the man was already married to her sister's best friend. What worries Rose the most are her birth certificates, Ryan and Kenzie, as well as Romeo's legal residence and work permit in America. It took until she was seventeen years old for Romeo to get the Green card. Rose couldn't imagine what would happen if those important documents disappeared. She clearly understands how difficult it is to manage all these things, not to mention the cost and time. "Help me, Lord!" Rose screamed loudly in between her sobs, ignoring other people who noticed her. The girl continued to cry on the side of the road until late at night. She didn't realize that across the street was a black luxury car, the passengers in it were watching him through small binoculars. "That's what happens if you dare to be rude to me. I'll make you fall so hard that you'll have to hand Kenzie back to me," muttered the man in a cold voice. His heart was also not touched to see Rose's sad condition. The girl's mournful cry sounded faint to his ears, but it didn't make the man feel sorry either. "I want to know how strong you can stand, if one by one you have I throw on the streets." said the man in the dark suit sarcastically. "Did you pay them all and make sure no one hooks up with me?" "Everything is safe, Mr. Robert. No one will ever know the money came from you," said the driver who spoke without looking back. "Good." A sly grin graced Robert's handsome face. "What shall we do now, Sir?" "Order someone to watch over the woman and her family. Make sure the little one with them is okay." Robert was still watching Rose while giving orders to the driver. "It has been done, Sir." "Now back to the main house. That place will be my alibi, if that annoying woman ties the fire to me." Robert looked at the luxurious watch wrapped around his hand. "Two o'clock in the morning. Hmpf! That woman really gets people's attention by staying out. I wouldn't want my child to be raised by someone like her." Robert thought in annoyance. The driver brought the car slowly past Rose who was still sitting on the pavement with her knees in her arms. Robert from the dark car window looked at Rose coldly. The four-wheeled vehicle continued to drive a famous celebrity doctor back to his extended family home. No one would have thought that a doctor with a white angel's face in the morning could turn into a black angel at night. Robert hummed lightly into the main house he hadn't lived in for a long time. The man walked into the guest room on the first floor, the place where he first took Ruby's virginity. "Virgin? Huh!" Robert smiled sinisterly. Virgin or not he could not be sure, for there was no blood on the bed where they had heated up. Although, as a doctor, Robert also understands that blood membranes cannot be a guarantee of a girl's virginity. "If you only understood me by taking care not to get pregnant, maybe until now your life didn't need to be sad, Ruby. But, I doubt that you really love me, not just want to feel comfortable living by trapping me." Robert laughed out loud. The man came out of the guest room and headed to his room upstairs. This mansion became very quiet when Jasmine had already married Conrad.