My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

The incident happened so quickly that no one had time to react before they saw the road collapsed.

The snow and rocks rolled down, completely submerging Collin.

Florence had a chill, staring at it in a daze, hardly believing her eyes.

Had Collin fallen off?

Wouldn’t he then be…

“No, no.”

Florence shook her head incredulously, with tears rolling out of her eyes instantly.

She couldn’t believe why the place would suddenly collapse and take Collin down with it.

He was such a cool and brilliant guy. Did he just… die like that?

The feeling of choking in Florence’s chest was so strong that she was wrapped up and engulfed in an atmosphere of sorrow in a flash.

Stanford reacted the fastest and immediately walked over from where he was opening the road ahead.

He stood beside the collapsed road and frowned fiercely as he looked downwards.

The place was all white, and nothing could be seen.

Florence’s voice trembled as she spoke, “Can you save him…”

Although there was almost no possibility of survival when falling off from here, there was still something they could do.

Never gave up, even if there was a glimmer of hope.

Stanford looked down soberly, knitting his eyebrows tightly.

His voice was low, “We can’t save him.”

It was just like being condemned to death with just one sentence.

His chance of survival was lower as there was no way to save him.

Florence’s vision turned blurred, and she choked up, almost fainting.

Ernest wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly in his arms and supporting her.

Frowning, he said soothingly, “It’s not that desperate. Collin can still be alive if he reacts fast.”

He could still be alive?

flickered as she looked towards the landslide not far away. It was terrifying deep, surrounded by clouds. A person falling would be

Ernest wouldn’t just simply

had various possibilities of landing in a cushioned place, only seriously injured

of the possibilities but didn’t expect the

to see a palm suddenly emerged from below on the thick white snow at the

widened her

that another hand and a head emerged from

It was Collin.

face was pale and miserable, but he was glowing, and he shouted through gritted

and give me a hand.

back to attention and rushed over, pulling

took several steps towards the inside of the road, ripping the wire hooks off

lucky I was well prepared. Otherwise, I would have died here

indeed irritating that just only the place where he

a daze, with her heart

all turned into

was not dead and even

such a false

and saw

are your eyes red from crying

tone of his made the fear and panic in Florence’s heart

bastard was not dead and talking

want

turned to look at Ernest,

saving my life. I

these hooks on Collin’s body were designed

not visible or affecting anything. These hooks and equipment would be activated once a dangerous situation

and grabbed the rocks below. Only then did they stabilize him and prevent him from falling to his death.

his

of

like a warning too in his words.

of dangerous situations, and they had a strong mind to withstand all

would make her nervous and

way. And just now, he

been displeased with

rubbed his nose embarrassedly, “Alright, alright.

Collin a disgusted look. Collin was buttering Ernest up after coming back

Such a shame.

lips twitched as Stanford looked at him,

was just

Mortals wouldn’t understand it.

didn’t bother