Chapter 800

Harry lay on the bed all evening, lost in thought. He couldn’t sleep and didn’t know why. His mind kept replaying the words that David had spoken earlier. Could it be true that the woman was truly on the brink of death? Harry was not a heartless person, but why couldn’t he bring himself to help her? Moreover, the thought of those two being together filled him with a strange anger, an anger he couldn’t explain. It made him feel uncomfortable and irritable.

But now, he smelled the strong scent of smoke. What was going on? Surely that mentally unstable man wouldn’t actually set fire to the orphanage, would he?

Harry immediately jumped out of bed, his body agile as he stepped outside. He saw it right away—the maintenance room in the garden was on fire.

Soon, he mobilized the people around to help put out the fire. Fortunately, this didn’t cause a panic among the children. Then, the matron, while sobbing and appearing aggrieved, said, "Who would want to set fire to