My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1016: Did You Just Figure That Out?

Chapter 1016: Did You Just Figure That Out? Collin looked at Stanford worriedly. Now, he was completely different from his previous high-spirited and vigorous self. In just a week, he had lost a lot of weight. His face was as pale as a ghost, and the bruises under his eyes were even thicker than the bottom of the pot. In the past few days, he had only rested for no more than three hours. After all, he was still injured. Collin finally couldn't help persuading him. "Mr. Fraser, you can't go on like this. Your body will collapse before you find Phoebe." Stanford looked straight at the computer screen, not listening to Collin at all. Collin felt quite hopeless. He immediately reached out and grabbed Stanford's wrist. "Mr. Fraser! You have to live well to have the strength to save Phoebe." If he fell down, who else could save Phoebe? Stanford's whole body was stiff. He slowly raised his head, and the look in his eyes was a blank that Collin had never seen before. There was even an unconcealable fear in his eyes. "Collin, | feel afraid." Collin was stunned and stood still, as if he had been struck by lightning. He looked at Stanford in disbelief. This iron-blooded man, who had never been afraid of anything, actually said that he was fearful at this moment. It was quite unbelievable at this moment. Stanford's lips opened and closed one after, as if he had fallen into an abyss of fear and could not extricate himself. "I'm scared..." He was scared, really, he meant. He was afraid that if he opened his eyes again, he would hear the news of Phoebe's death. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He was also afraid that he would miss the critical moment to save her if he closed his eyes. He did not dare to relax, but was gradually dragged into the abyss. What he felt was the unprecedented panic. Only then did he know how much he cared about Phoebe. He cared about her from his deep soul, and he even didn't know how to live without her. Unconsciously, it turned out that he had deeply loved her... Time went back to a week ago. Phoebe was suddenly woken up from a basin of ice water. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt the heart-wrenching pain on her back. The wound was touched by water, which made her want to die. Her vision blurred in pain and she gritted her teeth. It took her a long time to see where she was in. She was in a strange room, about 20 square meters. The surroundings around were empty. The walls were in the shape of ancient foreign-style bricks. There was a small window in the shape of a ancient arched door. What she could only see was the sky outside. At this moment, there were two fat middle-aged women standing in the room. One was holding an empty basin of water, and the other was holding something like knives. In front of them was a black chair. The maid whom she had ever seen in the Frasers’ Mansion was sitting on it with a cold face. Phoebe felt afraid. All the memories before she fainted flooded into her mind. She was knocked by someone unconsciously and taken away. Sure, it was this maid who caught her! “Who are you? What do you want to do to me?" Phoebe endured the pain to stand up. Yet as soon as she moved, she found that her hands was tied behind by a rope. Her back still hurt so much, so she didn't even have the strength to sit up. What she could do was to look up at the woman.

The woman raised her chin and looked down at Phoebe with a contemptuous smile. "Phoebe, you really impressed me. In that case, you even sacrificed yourself to save Stanford. Should | praise you for your courage, or for your trick?” As the woman spoke, her sharp high heels stepped on Phoebe's ankle. Phoebe screamed in pain. "Ouch!" The wound on her back was very serious, which made her body even weaker. Mixed with the pain, it was as if the wound had been smeared with salt. She couldn't bear the extent at all. However, the woman looked at Phoebe's painful face with great enjoyment and said with a ferocious look, "Phoebe, you are really shameless! You sacrificed yourself to save Stanford. Even if you die, you will have the everlasting charm in his heart. He will never forget you for the rest of his life. That must be the trick of a vixen like you! That's why Stanford is fascinated by you easily.” In her opinion, everything Phoebe did was nota sacrifice, but a scheme. It was all her cheap tricks. From the past until now, Phoebe had used these methods to control Stanford. Otherwise, with Stanford's cold temperament, how could he fall in love with her? Phoebe was in so much pain that she almost fainted again. She struggled to open her eyes as she looked at the ferocious-looking woman in front of her. “Why do you hate me and care so much about Stanford?... You, you are... Braylee Johnston!" Phoebe almost bit out the last three words through his teeth. She had been suspicious before this. Why did this maid, whom she had never met before, hate her so much for no reason? Connected with her facial changes when mentioning Stanford, at this moment, witnessing her crazy jealousy, Phoebe finally confirmed her identity. It was Braylee Johnston. Only Braylee would do that. That was why she hated her so much, because in her mind, Stanford's heart was stolen by her.

That was why she had the ability to plot this assassination attack and mobilize so many people to fight against Stanford and the others. The woman was stunned for a moment, and then she answered scornfully. "It's too late for you to guess who | am.” As she spoke, she took a special potion and sprayed it on her own face. Then, her flawless face became flabby. She rubbed the fake” face” with her hands and then tore it apart. Phoebe watched helplessly as the face of Braylee was replaced by the fake "face" that had been torn off. Beautiful but vicious. “Phoebe, do you know? You have destroyed everything | had." “You ruined my marriage, my reputation, and my future. | don’t even dare to show this real face to people now.” "| have nothing now. It’s all thanks to you." Phoebe frowned. Faced with such a beautiful face, it was creepier than facing the fake face of the ordinary maid. Braylee’s hatred was evident on this face. Phoebe looked at her with a heavy heart, almost desperate. She knew that as long as she was caught by Braylee, there was no way she could survive. The only comfort for her was that Stanford was still alive. Since | was caught by you, | have nothing to say. Braylee, if you want to kill me, just do it. I'll give you my life. “You want to die? How could that be so easy?” Braylee bent down, pinched Phoebe's chin, and raised her red lips, smiling like a demon. “Even if | can't get Stanford in my life, | won't also let you be remembered by him forever." "If my life is ruined, so does yours.” As she spoke, she used the other hand, picked up the knife on the tray.