Chapter 351 The Ruse

"How about I help you?" Stacey said with a sly smile. "How would you help me?" Matthew asked, skeptical. "I'll knock you out. Then no one will suspect you," Stacey suggested, her smile mischievous. Matthew narrowed his eyes. "No need." He walked into the house. Stacey stood by the door, watching the fire grow inside. Matthew glanced back at her. "Stacey, only by being ruthless to yourself can you get what you want." Stacey's eyes were cold. She watched as Matthew extended his left hand into the flames. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, cold sweat forming on his forehead. Stacey frowned and stepped inside. "Matthew, is this some kind of self-sacrifice act?" Stacey asked, looking at his burned hand. "How does it look?" Matthew boasted. "Do you feel sorry for me? Even though your memory stops at eighteen, and the worm might influence you, you still love me." Stacey laughed nonchalantly. "Yes, I feel sorry for myself for wasting my love on you." She grabbed Matthew by