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 Ernest distanced

but Ernest died

“No--”

of that, Florence

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook it

Impossible! I don’t believe

he would go through think and thin together

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

heart was collapsing as

Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no

too

was like being torn apart

world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable

miserable she was, the happier he

she was, the more hope he

see her be broken down bit by bit and turn into a

voice made him sound like a

for rescuing you. It was

were reechoed in Florence’s

a needle stabbed into

in a daze, tears dropping. She looked

that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest

all

that she was the one who

don’t you

glared at

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

at Florence, his

is the simplest thing in this world.

hand slowly and picked up the scissors

the bandage on his face open

His eyes,

saw his face completely, even her

had seen --

scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds,

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