22 Third Person's POV Bryson slowly lifted his head , his face utterly expressionless , but his entire presence turned dark and menacing . " Bring it here . " He extended his hand . The secretary , trembling slightly, handed him the small flash drive . Bryson no longer cared about anything . Without the slightest hesitation , he plugged the drive into the computer and opened the file . On the screen appeared footage from the press conference held just a few days ago . The next second , Debbii's figure came into view . She was on the phone , her expression wicked beyond imagination . Every word she spoke made Bryson's brow furrow tighter . " Set the fire ... Don't let anyone find out it was me ... " In that instant , everything became frighteningly clear to Bryson . The fire that had erupted in Hedy's hospital room - Debbii had someone set it ! If Hedy hadn't left early , the flames would have completely burned her alive . The way Debbii instructed someone to set the fire was painfully familiar . It dragged Bryson's mind back to a similar incident many years ago . In an instant , his expression darkened . His voice came out hoarse when he ordered , " Investigate the man she ordered to set the fire . I want to know exactly how long they've known each other ." The arsonist had already been arrested once the secretary uncovered his identity . Thanks to that , the answers Bryson sought came quickly . Kenn stood before him , shaking as though he were the culprit himself . " Sir , the arsonist is Miss Debbii's relative . According to him , he came to the city fifteen years ago . He needed money , so when she asked him to start the fire , he agreed without hesitation . " They've committed two arsons in total - the first , fifteen years ago , and the second , the big fire in Ma'am Hedy's hospital room just a few days ago . " At those reports , Bryson gave a low , mirthless laugh . My Marriage Died in the Operating Room 1/3 75.3 % 9:49 Wed , Oct 15 92 It was a sound tinged with bitterness , his face pale and shadowed with a chilling intensity . Now , he had understood the truth . Apparently , the so - called debt of gratitude he had carried all these years had never existed at all . Everything had been part of Debbii's plan . She had someone set the fire , and then had someone else put it out . Step by step , she gained a good reputation and , in the process , earned his eternal gratitude . She made him sacrifice himself like a loyal slave , disregarding his wife and her family and losing everything - only to pay her back for supposedly saving him once . It was because of Debbii that he had lost the happy family he once had . It was because of her that he had lost everything ! With a sudden roar , Bryson hurled the laptop to the floor . On the cracked screen , the surveillance video from the press conference kept replaying . Every wicked word that came out of Debbii's mouth echoed in his ears , stabbing at him , driving him into agony . His eyes brimmed with unbearable despair and pain . He wanted to rip everything before him to shreds . It was Debbii ! It was Debbii who had destroyed his life ! How could she ? How could she dare to manipulate him like this ?! And worse - how could she still stand before him all this time with that righteous , entitled face of hers ? The fury blazing in Bryson's chest burned so hot that it turned his eyes bloodshot , as if they were about to bleed . Seeing his boss transform like a beast , the secretary wished more than anything to vanish from the room . He dared not move or even breathe too loudly , terrified that his boss might unleash his rage upon him instead . At last , after a long silence , Bryson's voice came out flat and cold . " Take some men and go next door . Bring Debbii to me . " Relieved beyond measure , Kenn nodded rapidly , as though receiving a pardon . Without 22 312 9.49 Wed , Oct 15 wasting a second , he hurried out of that room .