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.

explosion came from

but Ernest

“No--”

thought of that,

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

would go through think and thin together with me. He promised

me and let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!”

wall at the bottom of her heart was

had been blown

thought brought her too much

like being torn apart

black as if her whole world

complacently. He

she was,

was, the

down bit by bit and turn into a walking

His hoarse voice made him

you.

words were reechoed

like a needle stabbed into

in a daze, tears

her, Ernest

all because

was the one

why don’t

and glared at Benjamin

had fallen into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still

at Florence, his

is the simplest

hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed onto

the bandage on his face

another. His eyes, cheeks, lips,

even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled

what she had seen --

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, and no intact skin could be found on

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