My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 677

Clarence's eyes darkened as he realized his physical state.

His left arm had a deep and long cut, his back was somewhat fractured, and he had minor injuries on his leg. Other parts of his body were also injured.

It was just as he had predicted.

His modified vehicle shielded him from lethal damage falling from such a great height.

Furthermore, he was not wearing his seat belt and instead shielded Florence in his arms. As a result, he absorbed all of the injuries.

Clarence endured all the pain in quiet and reassured her, saying, "It's okay, don't cry."

He rubbed her on the back and said, "Did you get hurt? Let me have a look."

Florence nodded and shook her head the next second, sobbing.

She was perplexed.

Clarence's expression was solemn as he looked at her.

"Come on, get up, and let me have a look." He urged gently.

His voice was soothing.

Florence wept and slowly rose from his chest, her hands clinging to his shirt as if they would be separated if she let go.

Clarence couldn't see her face in the complete darkness, but he was certain she was crying now.

It hurt him simply thinking about her sad face.

"Turn the button on your watch three times, and it will turn on the torch," he whispered softly.

His watch had a feature similar to this, but he couldn't use it because his left hand was seriously wounded.

Florence followed without hesitation.

Clarence had put this watch on her before they departed, something she rarely did.

She assumed it was simply for telling time if the phone ran out of power; she had no idea it also had a torch built-in.

The torch was soon lit.

When it was rotated to the third frame, it transformed into a tiny light bulb that lighted the surroundings.

Florence was able to see properly inside the car because of the lights.

Unlike before, the car was now a shambles, with shattered windows and items scattered around.

The car was of high quality, and the windows were not broken despite the scratches.

The car was buried in snow, and the snowdrifts outside obstructed their vision.

The rear seat where Clarence currently leaned on was sunken and he was on that spot.

The deep-set might have formed when they fell and hit hard on Clarence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be leaning in that direction by chance.

His left arm was completely drenched in blood.

His face was pale and he appeared weary.

Florence couldn't help but cry again when she saw him in this state.

Her heart felt like it was weighing a thousand pounds.

How did he become so badly hurt?