My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 560

“Freeze! Get her!” The maid hurriedly yelled after returning to her senses.

Tossing the dishes in the tray, she chased Florence.

Florence was running at the highest speed of her life.

She believed as long as she could run out, she could escape from here.

While running, she also saw what was outside her room. In the corridor, several doors were leading to different rooms.

Each door was closed. She wondered what was locked up inside.

Was there any human who was locked up just like her?

Florence thought about it and her heart skipped a beat suddenly. She wondered if Ernest was also locked up in one of the rooms.

At the thought of it, she slowed down. The next second, she rushed to a door of a room and twisted the doorknob to open.

“Bang!”

When she pushed the door open, she acted fast and fiercely. The door bumped onto the wall directly.

A man inside was shocked. His hand trembled and the scissors in his hand stabbed directly into the white bandages.

Seeing that, Florence was startled, feeling a bit guilty.

“Sorry. I...”

When she was about to apologize, she saw the man in the wheelchair with his face bandaged turn around. She gaped.

His whole head was a bandage. It seemed that he was about to change the dressing. She saw his bald head and forehead that were full of burn scars.

She could tell that the scars were quite new, and some of them hadn’t completed scared. With the black and rotten flesh, he looked ferocious and horrible.

Florence cast a glance and felt sickened. She almost vomited.

How could he be burned so miserably?

He was still alive. That was truly a miracle.

“Excuse us, Young Master. We were off-guard and she ran out!”

The four maids followed Florence in and blocked her way behind.

At this moment, their eyes were full of panic and fear, keeping making apologies to the man who got burned.

Florence stiffed.

Since those maids caught up with her, her escaping plan failed.

However, she noticed that they addressed this man as “Young Master”.

Then he should be the person in charge of this place, who saved her and locked her up.

Florence immediately walked into the room. Standing two-step away from the man, she looked at him solemnly.

She asked, “Do you know where Ernest Hawkins is?”

The shape of the man’s eyes had been burned to change, but he was gazing at Florence with gloominess.

His voice was rough as if his vocal cords had been seriously damaged.

He said in a steady and ironic tone, “I didn’t expect your first question as soon as you see me is about Ernest Hawkins.”

Florence stiffed.

The man’s face was covered with a bandage, so she couldn’t tell his appearance. His vocal cords had been injured, so she couldn’t tell his original timbre. However, his evil tone brought Florence a familiar fear.

She trembled and looked at him uneasily.

“Who the heck are you?”

“Ho ho ho... Flory, who do you think I am?”

He gazed at Florence with hatred as a demon climbing up from the hell, wishing to drag her into hell the next second.

Blood drained from Florence’s face immediately. An impossible name appeared in her mind.

She took several steps backward.

She stammered in an extremely trembling voice, “You... You... You are...”