No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 798

Conrad's eyes were filled with a sadness that spoke volumes, though he didn't repeat himself.

Brother Mathew was a wandering monk who had found a lasting home at the Temple of Quiet Contemplation. No one knew where he came from or if he had any family. If anyone could be called family to him, it would probably be Conrad.

Conrad had been under Brother Mathew's tutelage since he was a child, learning from him and sharing the bond of both student and friend over the years.

"Felicia, let's focus on helping these people first," Conrad said, trying to pull me out of my sorrow.

As he was about to leave, I stopped him. "Was the fire unexpected? Were you at the temple when it happened? Did you notice anything strange?"

Conrad's expression grew more intense. "Felicia, I'll investigate this. You should stay out of it for now, and don't do anything on your own."

His words hinted at suspicions of his own, and I knew he was trying to protect me from any danger.

"Conrad, I'd love nothing more than to stay out of it, but I'm afraid this fire might have been meant for me," I expressed my concern.

Conrad's face tightened, and just when I thought he might reassure me, he asked, "Is Ernest coming back soon?"

Yes, he was. Dustin had told me himself.

"Do you think this fire has something to do with him?" I asked, puzzled.

"You just said it might be aimed at you. If it's related to you, then it's related to him," Conrad replied logically.

After all, I was now linked to Ernest, both a vulnerability and a strength for him.

"This is a critical time. You need to be extra cautious," Conrad paused, "and if possible, you should stay with me."

I knew he was offering protection.

But I pushed back, "If they really want to harm me, I'm not sure you can stop them."

The arsonists had targeted the Temple of Quiet Contemplation, harming so many innocents and even taking Brother Mathew from us, showing just how ruthless they were.

"Alright, what should I do now?" I asked, feeling lost as Conrad had dismissed my earlier attempts to help.

The aftermath of the fire was overwhelming.

Conrad glanced at the injured and said, "You can't stand to see those burns, so maybe it's best you don't do anything right now."

But I couldn't just stand by idly, so I approached those less severely injured to learn more about the fire.

They all recalled being asleep when the alarm was raised. As they opened their doors to escape, the flames had already engulfed the building, forcing most to run through the fire, resulting in their burns.

The two who perished were older and likely unable to move quickly enough.

From their accounts, I concluded that the fire spread from outside, encircling the building, suggesting an act of arson.

I continued to ask around, hoping for an eyewitness, but everyone said they had been fast asleep.