Isabella's POV.
“Mother.” Charles pulled at my shirt before I realized I had been standing in front of a burnt meal, doing nothing while the kitchen was crowded with smoke.
“Oh my goodness!!” I screamed, rushing towards the stove.
The switch burnt my fingertips in an instant. I cursed before I rushed to get a tablecloth.
Charles watched me struggle with the stove and then waved the wet cloth in the air as I struggled to get rid of the smoke. He stood there quiet and calm like the good boy he was, with his hand over his mouth and nose.
“Let's get out of here.” I shoved him out of the stuffed kitchen and into the living room, bolting the lock in place before I dragged a breath in.
Charles was choking. I held his chest with one hand to his back, panting slowly until he was better.
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