The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 284: Fire

Abigail woke to the insistent sound of knocking on her door. The knock was loud, persistent, and filled with urgency, echoing through the quiet mansion. In the dim light of dawn, she felt the warmth of Remo’s arms around her, his even breaths a soothing rhythm against her back. She savored the moment, the safety and comfort that his presence brought, before the insistent knocking broke through her reverie.

With a reluctant sigh, Abby carefully disentangled herself from Remo’s embrace. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, her thoughts still foggy with remnants of dreams. The knocking continued, growing more frantic with each passing second. She slipped out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor, and hurried to the door.

"Just a moment," she called, trying to mask the sleepiness in her voice. She glanced back at Remo, who was still sound asleep, his brow furrowed slightly even in rest. The sight of him always brought a sense of calm to her otherwise tumultuous life.

She opened the door to find Fredrick standing there, his face pale and drawn with anxiety. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with an edge of panic that immediately set her on high alert.

"Fredrick, what’s wrong?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Fredrick took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of urgency and fear. "Abigail, it’s the mental facility where we sent Margaret. It caught fire. The fire department is on the scene, but it’s bad. Very bad."

Abby’s heart skipped a beat. Margaret, her uncle’s wife, was a crucial piece in their intricate game of revenge. They had carefully orchestrated her breakdown, driving her to the brink of insanity as retribution for her role in Abby’s mother’s death. Margaret’s confinement had been a key part of their plan, ensuring she was out of the way and unable to cause further harm.

"Is she safe? Did she get out?" Abby asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her.

Fredrick shook his head. "I don’t know. The fire started in the early hours, and they’re still trying to get everyone out. The facility was full of patients, and it’s chaos over there."

Abby took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you for letting me know, Fredrick. We need to go there, now."

Fredrick nodded, his expression grim. "I’ll have the car ready in five minutes."

Abby closed the door and turned back to Remo, who was now sitting up, his eyes sharp and alert. He had heard everything. "We need to go," she said simply.

Remo swung his legs out of bed, already reaching for his clothes. "I’ll be ready in a minute," he replied, his voice a low growl. Abby knew that look in his eyes—cold, calculating, and ready for action. It was the look that had made him one of the most feared mafia leaders in the city.

As they dressed quickly, Abby’s mind raced with possibilities and contingencies. The fire could be an accident, but her instincts told her otherwise. Margaret’s incarceration had not been without its challenges and enemies. Someone could be trying to free her, or worse, silence her permanently.

They moved through the mansion with purpose, descending the grand staircase to where Fredrick waited with the car. The drive to the facility was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. Abby stared out the window, her thoughts a chaotic jumble of worry for Margaret and suspicion about who might be behind the fire.

When they arrived, the scene was a nightmare of smoke and flames. Firefighters battled the blaze, while medical staff and police officers rushed to evacuate patients. The acrid smell of burning wood and chemicals filled the air, stinging Abby’s eyes and throat.

Abby and Remo approached the scene, their presence immediately drawing the attention of the facility’s director, a harried-looking woman with soot-streaked cheeks and wild eyes.

"Mrs. Quinn, Mr. Quinn," she greeted them, her voice shaking. "We’re doing everything we can, but the fire spread so quickly..."

"Where is Margaret?" Abby interrupted, her tone leaving no room for evasion.

The director’s face crumpled. "She was in the east wing, where the fire started. We haven’t been able to reach that part of the building yet. It’s too dangerous."

Abby’s heart sank, but she refused to let despair take hold. "We need to know if she’s alive. We need to find her," she insisted.

Remo stepped forward, his presence commanding. "I want updates every minute. And I want to know who was in charge of security," he said, his voice like ice.

The director nodded, already pulling out her phone to make calls. Abby watched the firefighters with a mixture of hope and dread. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, the flames a brutal reminder of the fragility of their plans.

Hours dragged by with no word of Margaret’s whereabouts. Abby’s anxiety grew with each passing second, her mind conjuring worst-case scenarios. Finally, one of the firefighters approached them, his face grim.

"We’ve searched the east wing thoroughly," he said. "There’s no sign of Margaret’s body."

Abby’s heart plummeted. "What do you mean there’s no sign?" she demanded. "Are you sure?"

The firefighter nodded. "We’ve cleared the entire area. There’s no trace of her."

Abby exchanged a look with Remo, who clenched his jaw, his eyes dark with anger. "Someone took her," he muttered, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at Abby’s mind. "This fire wasn’t an accident."

The director approached them again, her expression apologetic. "We’re doing everything we can to find out what happened, but it seems like someone planned this."

Abby nodded, her mind racing. "We need to find out who did this and why," she said, her voice steely with resolve. "And we need to find Margaret. Alive."

As they turned to leave, the flames behind them continued to rage, a symbol of the destruction and chaos that had infiltrated their carefully laid plans. Abby knew they were up against a formidable enemy, one who was willing to go to extreme lengths to disrupt their lives. But she also knew that with Remo by her side, they would uncover the truth and exact their revenge.

And whoever had orchestrated this fire would soon learn that they had made a grave mistake.

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