My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 967: He Loves Everything about Me

So she heard more clearly.

She heard people carrying her go away.

After a while, someone came in again. Phoebe heard the sound of high heels stepping on the ground. She guessed it was a woman.

Phoebe was more frightened. Her mind flashed over those women in the spy film who were beautiful but were more vicious than men.

Such people were really cruel characters, big perverts.

Isn’t she here to torture her?

Phoebe wanted to find a place to kill herself.

The box containing her was opened and the four sides also fell apart.

Phoebe’s eyes were covered with black cloth, but there was also some light.

She looked along the light and managed to spoke.

“Tut, you look so pathetic.”

Not far away did a woman’s sarcastic voice came.

It sounded a little familiar.

Who had such an annoying and disgusting voice?

Phoebe was wondering, and that woman said, “Phoebe Jenkins, weren't you so arrogant back then? Now you can’t even say a word.”

Phoebe suddenly reacted and determined.

It’s Helena Fraser!

It's her!

She didn’t expect that their quarrel would let Helena make such a crazy move, and she even kidnapped her.

If Phoebe guessed it right, the reason why the middle-aged man kidnapped her was because he was instructed by Helena.

What he said about the scourge and driving her out of the Fraser family was only to divert her attention.

His real intention was to kidnap her so that Helena could retaliate against her.

Phoebe’s back suddenly burst into a cold sweat. She knew that Helena would never let her leave so easily.

“Why is she still so annoying? Whack her.”

As soon as Helena said that, someone kicked Phoebe with one foot.

“Mm!”

Phoebe felt so painful that she wanted to scream, but her mouth was blocked.

Then, another person kicked her mercilessly, which made her roll uncontrollably.

She smiled triumphantly and said viciously, “Haven’t you eaten? Whack harder! I don’t have so much time to wait for you to kick her one by one.”

As soon as she finished speaking, several people kicked Phoebe at the same time.

One by one, without a break.

Phoebe rolled back and forth on the ground uncontrollably. She was in severe pain all over.

She didn’t even know how many bones were broken.

Her mouth was stained with blood, and her brain was dizzy with pain. For a time, she thought she was going to be beaten to death like this.

Finally, not knowing that due to pain or weakness, Phoebe lost consciousness.

But it was just a while before she felt cold water poured on her.

She suddenly sobered up.

In the dark sight stained with blood, she vaguely saw a woman standing in front of her.

She looked down on Phoebe from a commanding position.

A woman’s ironic voice came from overhead.

“Tut, looking your miserable appearance makes me feel comfortable.”

Phoebe felt terrible pain all over and her ears were tingling.

She looked more than miserable.

It seemed that she didn’t have a good skin all over.

She twitched, but she bit the cloth in her mouth and didn’t make a sound anymore.

The more painful she was, the more cheerful Helena was.

She wouldn’t let Helena get what she wanted.

Seeing that Phoebe deliberately opposed her, Helena felt much unhappy.

All she wanted is to beat Phoebe and to destroy all her pride and confidence.

Including her mind.

Helena squatted down and pulled off Phoebe’s eye mask and the cloth in his mouth.

She said with a sneer, “Phoebe, you know I’m merciful. I can allow you to see your appearance, okay?”

Overhead was a bright headlamp, which suddenly shone on her eyes. Phoebe’s eyes were dizzy and painful.

It took her two seconds to see clearly. When she saw the disgusting and vicious face of Helena, she saw a huge floor mirror not far away.

In the mirror, she was curled up on the ground, with messy clothes. Her clothes were covered with footprints and her appearance looked so miserable, which were completely reflected in the mirror.

The corners of Phoebe’s eyes were full of blood.

Poor and miserable.

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Helena grabbed Phoebe’s hair, looked at the mirror and smiled complacently:

“Phoebe, are you satisfied with your appearance now? Look at you in the mirror. Tut, like a ghost, do you think Stanford will still like you? When he sees you, will he feel sick and want to vomit?”

Phoebe stared at Helena with disgust.

This woman looked like a lady, but in fact she was cold-blooded.

Phoebe’s pain was severe, but she held it back and gave a mocking smile.

“Helena, have you ever had a boyfriend?”

When Helena was asked, she was stunned but then said proudly, “I am beautiful and have a good family. Most men want to be my boyfriend.”

“Really? Do those men like you for your beauty or for your good family?” Phoebe laughed even more ironically.

Helena just understood what Phoebe meant. She was satirizing her.

She grabbed Phoebe’s hair and pulled it hard, “Damn woman, don’t you know what you look like now? How dare you satirize me?”

“Of course I know what I look like and how miserable I am. Even, I may be disfigured or have scars on my skin.”

Looking at herself in the mirror, Phoebe said frankly and firmly.

“But I know clearly that no matter what I am now or more terrible, even if I am disfigured, get old and ugly, Mr. Fraser won’t dislike and leave me.”

“Because...”

Phoebe said provocatively, “I’m different from you. Stanford loves me for who I am, not because of my face or my family.

Even if her life was a hopeless mess, even if she was disfigured, Stanford would still love her.

What she said was so firm that Helena could not question that.

Those words made Helena couldn’t help thinking of her boyfriends. She couldn’t find a man who would still love her after she lost her power and was disfigured.

Helena was so jealous of Phoebe, even if she was so miserable.

She even felt that her torture of Phoebe had no effect and what she did was so stupid.

Those cannot undermine Phoebe’s self-confidence and pride.

But Phoebe’s self-confidence made Helena’s hate well up.

She desperately wanted to undermine Phoebe’s confidence.

Helena’s face was ferocious. She suddenly took out a dagger and held it at Phoebe’s neck.

"Men are fickle. If you die, he will fall in love with other women again even if he misses you for a few years.

Phoebe, do you think so?”