My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1018: Hope

Chapter 1018: Hope However, there was no other way. If the scar was ripped, it would grow again. It was just more serious and tragic than before. The ruin on her face was irreversible. A few days passed. Time quickly passed. But it was like a endless torture for her. In a muddle-headed state, Phoebe's infusion bottle was torn off every day. Half of her wound was healed, so that she would not be tortured to death, but it also made her uncomfortable at any time and place. Phoebe’ body stayed still all through the day, seemingly there was little hope for her to survive. After the normal saline being removed, a meal was delivered every day. It could barely maintain the energy needed for her to live. There were a few vegetables on the rice. Phoebe ignored it after took a look at it. She didn't have the mood to eat and was already much hungrier that she couldn't felt it anymore. Perhaps, it was better to starve to death. But Braylee would not let her go so easily. "Do you want to die?" She stood aside and looked down at Phoebe with a malicious look. "It's not that easy. The more you want to die, the more | want you to live and enjoy this hell." She ordered the maid, "Stuff." The maids immediately picked up the rice bowl on the ground, walked to Phoebe, forced her mouth open, and stuffed rice into it. The meal had spoiled. It tasted so terrible that Phoebe wanted to throw up. "Ugh-" However, they didn't even give her a chance to vomit. Instead, they covered her mouth forcefully

and forced the rice into her throat. Phoebe burst into tears. Could there be anything more painful in the world than it? Her eyes were bloodshot. She stared at Braylee with hatred and wished to tear her into pieces. She was too kind at that time in the Fraser family and only embarrassed Braylee. She should let Braylee go to hell instead. "Aha, are you not reconciled? Do you hate me?" Braylee smiled ferociously. "It doesn't matter. You won't even have the right to hate soon." "I'll let you meet Stanford. When he sees your face, do you think will he still love you?" Phoebe was shocked. It seemed to be a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming darkness.copy right hot novel pub “Braylee wants me to see Stanford?" She wanted to destroy all her hope, but for Phoebe, seeing Stanford was hope. She knew that no matter what she became, Stanford would definitely save her. Let her leave this hell-like place. Phoebe no longer resisted and took the initiative to swallow the rice stuffed in. Yes. She wanted to live to see Stanford. He didn't know where she was now. Was he looking for her anxiously? Would he be very sad? If he saw her in front of him and knew that she was still alive, he would at least feel at ease... Seeing Phoebe cheered up again, Braylee clenched her fists tightly and looked ferocious with monstrous hatred. What she hated most was Phoebe's confidence. She was confident that she was the only one in Stanford's heart. She was confident that no matter what she looked like, Stanford would still love her. But Braylee didn't believe it. How noble and unreachable Stanford was! His lover must be excellent enough too.

Even if he loved Phoebe now, his love would fade with time when he saw the ugly look of Phoebe. He would even be awakened by Phoebe's ugly face at midnight. At that time, how could he love her? Of course, she would not send Phoebe back to Stanford. She wanted Stanford to know how ugly Phoebe was, while kept Phoebe by her side and torture her for the rest of her life. She would create a hell on earth for Phoebe. She wanted Phoebe to see with her own eyes that how the man, who cared her so much and looked for her all over the world, became more and more apathetic till not care about her at all after seeing her disfigured face... Revenge meant destroying all the beliefs in the other party's heart. Not only her body, but also her soul would be thrown into the hell. She wanted Phoebe to love that man who was out of her reach for the rest of her life, just like herself. Since knowing that Braylee intended to take her to Stanford, the hope of survival rose in Phoebe. No matter in what way Braylee would let her meet Stanford, she would definitely have some contact with him. As long as Stanford was not far from her, there was a glimmer of hope that he could save her. She must live. Till that day came. Phoebe finally got up from the ground. She supported her aching body and slowly walked to the window. It was a small European-style window which was made of old wood and had been seriously corroded by the wind and rain. Being pushed open by her gently, the window let out a sound of ‘Kitz’, as if it might fall off at any time. She couldn't wait to look outside. There was a golden beach outside, facing the sea. Beside the beach, there were an endless lush coconut forest. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was just the right time to swim, but there was no one on the beach. It seemed to be a remote place. She was at the top of the lighthouse, where at least ten meters away from the ground. Only then did Phoebe realize that where the sound of water which she heard every night came from. Braylee locked her in a lighthouse. This place was sparsely populated and the lighthouse seemed to be abandoned. No one could find her at all. She could not escape. Even if she had been locked up here for ten or twenty years, even a lifetime, no one would have noticed her. Perhaps the only way to escape would come at the day Braylee took her out. That was her only chance. She had to grasp the opportunity and at all costs to let Stanford know and came to save her. In the Frasers’ Mansion. The door of the control room was opened from the outside, and Victoria came in with a solemn face. She looked at Stanford, who was sitting in front of the computer, seriously. "Stanny...” Stanford looked at the computer screen, controlled the mouse to switch the surveillance videos quickly, and stared at the screen without blinking. He was watching all the places that could lead to Phoebe. Over and over again, looked for her. Looking at him like this, Victoria was very distressed. She had never seen Stanford look so crazy. She knew that Phoebe was missing, which was unacceptable to Stanford. He tried his best to find her because of knowing nothing about whether Phoebe was alive or not. However, more than half a month had passed. They almost turned the world upside down, but they couldn't find any trace of Phoebe. It would be more difficult to find her out if they failed at the beginning. This was a seesaw battle of

time. It might not be just a month or two but a year or two, even ten or twenty years. (Tips: Don't worry, everyone. More pain now, much more sweetness later).