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.

from the direction

didn’t die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

of that, Florence

seeing black. She held her head and shook

I don’t believe

through think and thin together with me. He promised

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

at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as

proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by

thought brought her too much pain to

heart was like being torn

saw black as if her whole world

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

was, the happier he

was, the more hope

down bit by

sneered. His hoarse voice made him

you. It was you who

were reechoed in Florence’s

was like a

in a daze, tears dropping.

weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the

was all because

was the

why don’t

glared at

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

at Florence, his eyes

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

up the

on his

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

face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled

wondered what she had

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 his

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