Chapter 131 Penelope, You Made Me Heartbroken

Penelope had no intention of paying attention to Kemp. All roads lead to Rome, so when he blocked her path, she took a side road out of the cemetery.

Watching Penelope, her back straight but her silhouette exceptionally desolate, a sudden, indescribable panic seized Kemp's heart.

He always felt that if it were today, he just let her go, he would never see her again in the future.

Therefore, he tried every possible means to keep her for a moment longer.

"Penelope, I sang! I sang 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' for your child!"

After saying this, Kemp himself was stunned, followed by a helpless chuckle. He had never thought that he would back down to this extent for a woman.

You should know, countless times in the private room, Pennie acted coquettishly and asked him to sing a song for her, but he always refused, claiming that he couldn't sing.

"Mr. Hunter, what did you say?" Penelope suddenly turned around, looking at Kemp incredulously, her voice trembling slightly, filled with obvious excitement.

"Penelope," I said, "I sang 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' to that child for you!"

Kemp really wasn't used to singing. In his memory, he had never sung before, so even though he had agreed to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for Ethan, he still felt a bit awkward.

If the devil's music had pierced my ears, it seemed, it would have been somewhat embarrassing.

Mr. Kemp was also afraid of losing face.

However, since he had already spoken, it was impossible for him to take it back.

He searched for the lyrics of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" online, and somewhat awkwardly opened his mouth in front of his phone.

Twinkling and sparkling brightly.

The sky was filled with little stars.

Hung in the sky, it shone brightly.

"It seemed like millions of little eyes..."

Listening to this voice that was so familiar it couldn't be more so, Penelope's eyes involuntarily became somewhat blurry.

Her consciousness, too, gradually drifted away.

In a daze, she saw Kemp again, who had been with her and Ethan in the dungeon.

His voice was like the melody of a cello, deep and pleasing to the ear. To put it a bit more dramatically, his voice could impregnate ears.

Ethan loved listening to Kemp sing, especially when he sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for him.

Once, Ethan was being mischievous and accidentally fell down. It was the hardest fall Ethan had ever had.

A large piece of skin was torn from the knee, and the forehead was also scraped.

He was cheerful and optimistic, but after all, he was just a child. The intense pain made him cry incessantly.

Kemp gently cradled a sobbing Ethan, who was sniffling and crying, in his arms, soothing the three-year-old as if he were a baby.

He sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to him, over and over again, tirelessly.

At first, Ethan was wailing and howling. Later, listening to this familiar and pleasant tone, his mood gradually calmed down. Eventually, with a sweet smile, he drifted off to dreamland.

Penelope walked up to Ethan's tombstone, she wiped the corner of her eye, struggling to pull out a big smile.

Hey, Ethan, did you hear that?

Your Uncle Kemp sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for you again!

He fulfilled your last wish, so, could you forgive him for destroying your keepsake?

He really didn't do it on purpose.

He just forgot about us.

Twinkling and sparkling brightly.

The sky was filled with little stars.

The sun slowly sank to the west.

"Crows were returning home in flocks..."

Singing along, Kemp, clutching his phone, froze on the spot as if turned to stone.

In memory, he sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" for the first time, but it seemed like he didn't go off-key.

Moreover, he clearly remembered that he had never sung such a childish nursery rhyme before. But why, as he was singing this song, did he feel as if he had sung it countless times before?

There was also a kind of sadness, indescribable.

It seemed, someone was feeling sad.

Dimly, it seemed to him that he saw a person.

With a limp in his leg, walking was particularly inconvenient for him, but in his arms, he still held a small bun.

Couldn't tell if it was a person, or some kind of toy.

He held that thing, over and over again, singing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

His voice gradually overlapped with his current self. The cheerful tune of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" was like a bomb thrown into his head, as if it was about to explode countless things hidden deep in his memory.

He also desperately wanted those things to rush out from under his skull. His head was splitting with pain, but in the end, he still failed.

Finally, he finished singing that song. Such a simple song, such a cheerful tune, but when he finished this round, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his life's strength.

The singing stopped, and Penelope's distant thoughts slowly retracted as well.

She looked at Kemp, her smile as radiant as spring flowers.

"Mr. Hunter, thank you! Thank you for fulfilling Ethan's last wish! He must be very happy now! Thank you..."

A sweet, metallic taste filled Penelope's throat. She clamped her hand over her mouth, but she couldn't hold back the mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood seeped out from between her fingers.

Her skin was fair, her hands delicate as if they were made of the finest white jade. The red, spreading through the gaps of her fingers, looked even more startling.

Penelope didn't want to show her vulnerability in front of Kemp, she hastily turned around, covering her mouth even more tightly.

But there was too much blood surging in her throat, and her forceful covering only seemed to make the blood flow out endlessly.

Later, she let out a gasp and directly spat out a large mouthful of blood.

She felt as if she was about to vomit out her internal organs, yet blood still trickled from the corner of her mouth, ceaselessly flowing out.

"Penelope!"

Kemp stepped forward, he held Penelope tightly, he reached out his hand, wiping away the blood from the corner of her lips, even forgetting, he was most afraid of dirt.

He had just wiped the blood from the corner of her lips when, in an instant, a large amount of blood smeared again. So much blood, as if it was going to drain her body completely.

Kemp's hand, uncontrollable in its trembling, had never been so panicked, not even on the day when Pennie had tumbled down the stairs and lay in a pool of blood.

But at that moment, he was truly panicked. She was so thin, so light, he had almost exhausted all his strength holding her, yet he still felt that she was slowly drifting away from him.

Slitting one's wrist to commit suicide, it's impossible to vomit that much blood.

Yes, when he forced her, she also vomited blood. At that time, he was only focused on revenge, completely disregarding the abnormality of her body. Now thinking about it, he feels as if his heart is being gouged out, the pain piercing his heart.

"Penelope, I took you to the hospital!"

"I'm not going!" Penelope was in severe pain, but her consciousness was still clear, "I want to go home! I want to find Mr. Hilliard! I want to find Mr. Hilliard..."

Kemp felt both pained and angry. Even in her current state, she was still so eager to find Lyman. Was she really that concerned about another man?!

Without a word, he scooped Penelope into the car, slammed on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini shot out like a ghost.

"Kemp, stop the car! I need to get out!"

Naturally, Kemp couldn't stop the car. He turned his face, just about to ask Penelope how she was feeling, only to see her opening the back door of the car.

Clearly, if he didn't stop the car, she was going to jump right out of the back door!