My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 556

“Flory...” Stanford said in a deep tone.

His voice was so light as if it would be blown off by the wind.

He walked forward stiffly. “Let me take you home.”

In tears, Phoebe saw that Stanford walking towards the edge of the cliff.

With a scary gaze, he looked as if he would jump into the sea.

His words freaked her out more. Florence had jumped into the sea and been killed by the explosion. They couldn’t find anything of her. How could he take Florence home?

“Mr. Fraser, what are you doing? Stop it!”

Phoebe hurriedly struggled to stand up. She blocked his way nervously.

She comforted him, “Please calm down, Mr. Fraser. Flory is... has already... Please don’t do anything silly again.”

Stanford pulled a long face, becoming cold and stubborn.

“Move!”

The word smashed on Phoebe like a hammer coldly and hardly.

His strong imposing manner made Phoebe’s body trembling.

In the past, for Florence’s sick, Stanford had never been too cold when talking to her. At least, he would remain polite.

However, right at this moment, he looked like an unfeeling man. His aura was so horrible as if Phoebe were just an unknown woman who had blocked his way.

Since she was standing in his way, he would kill her.

Phoebe slightly trembled. By instinct, she wanted to move aside.

However, it was a cliff that was dozens of meters high behind her.

Trembling and gritting her teeth, she suppressed the fear and stood in front of him determinedly. Opening her arms, she kept stopping him.

“Mr. Fraser, please calm down.”

“Calm down?”

Stanford stared daggers at Phoebe, his eyes full of frightening anger.

“Under such a circumstance now, how can you still be so calm? Phoebe Jenkins, is your heart as hard as the iron?”

He looked at her in an extremely cold and detached way

Phoebe stiffed suddenly. A chill raised from her soles to the top of her head.

She wondered what he meant by saying it.

Florence was killed, and she was so heartbroken that her eyes were swollen because she shed tears. However, she tried to stop Stanford from doing silly things for the sake of his safety.

She wondered if she had done it wrong.

How could she have become a heartless and cold-hearted person in Stanford’s mind?

As if her heart was stabbed fiercely, Phoebe felt annoyed and hurt.

She retorted him in a grievance, “I’m also sad since something happens to Flory. But, you are her brother that she cares about a lot. I can’t just stand and watch you risk your life. I will worry... Flory will worry about you.”

Upon hearing her words, Stanford looked more cold and aloof.

He gazed at Phoebe with his cold eyes as if they were arctic ice under the cold storm.

He squeezed words between his teeth, stressing each syllable, “What I regret the most now is that I’ve allowed Flory to keep in touch with you.”

Phoebe stiffed instantly.

Her face became paler, and she gazed at Stanford in a daze.

He had never been against letting Florence keep in touch with her before. Although he didn’t mention it officially, he admitted that she was Florence’s friend.

She wondered what he meant.

With an extremely cold look, he continued ruthlessly, stressing each syllable, “If Ernest and you haven’t deceived us, such a tragedy wouldn’t have happened to Flory. Phoebe Jenkins, as soon as I see you, I’ll think of your ignorant deceit.”

He believed in her because she was Florence’s bestie. Hence, to delight Florence, he actively invited Phoebe to the Fraser family’s villa.

Also, he believed in her cousin, Clarence, because she was Florence’s bestie.

However, the bloody reality had slapped him in his face violently and painfully.

All he received from his trust was completely a lie.

It was all her fault.

She should be blamed.

If she hadn’t helped Ernest to sneak into the Fraser family’s villa, nothing would have happened to Florence now. She would still stay in the villa and enjoy her happy life as the daughter of this famous family.

She had ruined everything.

Phoebe felt as if she was a sinner. The sense of guilt was like a heavy mountain on her shoulders. She was almost overwhelmed.

She didn’t think she still had the right to appear in front of Stanford.

She has lost her courage.

Phoebe walked stiffly, trying her best to move her feet. She bypassed Stanford and walked in another direction.

She walked quite slowly, and each of her steps was quite heavy as if she would fall the next second.

Gritting her teeth, she kept walking on.

No matter how much she suffered and how painful she was, she wanted to hold back her feelings to leave Stanford’s sight. She didn’t want to disgust him more.

Stanford stood motionlessly upright. His body was as straight as a benchmark as well as an ice sculpture.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Phoebe’s slim and petite figure.

She was full of loneliness and sorrow, so fragile as if she would break down at any second.

However, she kept walking determinedly, step by step, going farther and farther.

Subconsciously, Stanford’s heart was tightened. He felt inexplicable pumping pains, stronger and stronger...

He hated her, but his gaze was glued to her. He watched her leave without a blink.

He felt something in his heart also collapsed along with her departure.

Stanford frowned deeply, subconsciously covering his chest where his heart was.

He wondered what happened to him.

The sharp pang raised in his heart almost overwhelmed him.