My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 561: Revenge

It was a normal pen, which could be bought from any store on the street.

Besides, its shape had been changed and it was broken so seriously that Florence even couldn’t tell what it looked like originally.

However, she could recognize the carved smiling face on it.

It was the birthday gift that she gave to Ernest.

She particularly asked the owner to carve a smiling face according to her request.

It wasn’t a valuable pen, but she knew that Ernest took it along with him almost all the time, just like his watch and ring. He treasured the pen more than anything else.

Usually, he wasn’t willing to use it at all.

However, the pen appeared in Benjamin’s hand and was broken so seriously...

“This is fished out by my men from the sea,” Benjamin explained out of his kindness.

Florence knew which area of the sea he referred to.

Although the pen looked ordinary, it had good quality. It turned to be like this under a huge impact force or an explosion.

Ernest always kept it next to his skin.

It meant that Ernest must be quite close to the bomb and had received the strongest impact force.

His pen had become like this. Florence couldn’t imagine what about him...

Her whole body was weakened. Florence fell to the floor.

Her mind was in a mess, keeping buzzing. Suddenly, something that she had forgotten became clear in her mind.

She recalled it.

When they fell into the sea, Ernest whispered in her ear, “Florence, I won’t let you die.”

He promised her that he wouldn’t let her die.

Hence, when they fell into the sea, he tore the bomb away from her.

Under the impact force when bumping into the water, he pushed her away and distanced the bomb from her rapidly.

the explosion came from the direction where

but

“No--”

of that, Florence

black. She held her head and shook it

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

and

live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously

the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by the

memories and the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no

too much pain

like being torn

world had been dimmed in

laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how

miserable she was, the happier he

more desperate she was, the

be broken down bit by bit

voice made him sound like a

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you who

reechoed in

a needle stabbed into

her eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She

that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would

all because of

that she was the one who

don’t you kill

looked up and glared at

live on

Florence, his eyes full of

stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing

hand slowly and picked up the

the bandage on his

after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips,

even her

she had seen

more vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds,

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