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

didn’t die, but Ernest died

“No--”

thought of

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

Impossible! I don’t believe

go through think and thin together

He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out

heart was collapsing as if it was damaged

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

brought her too

being torn apart

black as if her whole world had been

in the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

she was, the

was, the more hope he

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit

sneered. His hoarse voice made him sound like a

Fraser, Ernest died for rescuing you. It

words were reechoed in

a needle stabbed into her

a daze,

rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take

all because of

she was the one who had

don’t you kill

looked up and glared at Benjamin like a

into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she

at Florence, his eyes

each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest

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

he cut the bandage on his face

one after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin were

her eyes

what she had seen -- a

scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin

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