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.

force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest

die, but Ernest

“No--”

thought of that, Florence

black. She held her head

Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and thin

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

wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it

and the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by

her too

was like being torn apart alive,

world had

He

was,

desperate she was, the more

her be broken down

hoarse voice made

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you who killed

reechoed

a

in a daze, tears

he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take

was all because

was the

don’t you

and glared at Benjamin like

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

Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

is the simplest thing in this world. However, living

picked up the scissors that had

the bandage on his face open bit by

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

her eyes

what she had seen --

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

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