Chapter 141 He held Penelope's body, his heart aching deeply.

"Sixth floor... Penelope!"

Lyman rushed downstairs like a madman. Penelope lived on the sixth floor of Building 8. Although it might not necessarily be her unit, her room, he was still worried when he couldn't reach her.

Zackary could no longer maintain his composure either. He let go of Micah and chased after Lyman, rushing downstairs.

When he went to the first floor, he ran into Lola who was coming towards him.

A radiant glow of happiness shone on Lola's face, "Zackary, today is our special day, I'm really so happy!"

Without any hesitation, Zackary continued to charge forward.

Seeing his urgency, Lola also realized the unusualness of the situation.

She quickly stepped forward, tightly holding his arm, "Zackary, where are you going? The ceremony is about to start, you better not leave now."

"Lola, I must go out!" said Zackary, as he slowly pried Lola's hand off.

"Zackary, you can't leave!" Lola tightly gripped Zackary's arm, "Zackary, today is our engagement day, so many people are here, what am I supposed to do if you run off halfway? Zackary, you can't do this to me! You can't be so cruel to me!"

As she spoke, Lola's tears began to fall heavily. She thought that Zackary, like countless times before, would quickly capitulate to her upon seeing her tears, and would not go anywhere.

Unexpectedly, he seemed oblivious to her tears, continuing to rush outside as if he had gone mad.

"Zackary!"

Zackary had already rushed out the door, he and Lyman went straight to the parking lot.

The speed of the Koenigsegg was truly fast, very fast, but this time, Zackary was incredibly dissatisfied with the speed of the Koenigsegg, feeling it was too slow. He was already burning with impatience. Despite driving, he still couldn't instantly appear at Horse House.

After a mad dash of about ten minutes, he and Lyman finally arrived at Horse House.

Outside the community, there were many people gathered, some were there to watch the spectacle, while others were genuinely mourning the loss of a life.

Zackary didn't immediately go upstairs after getting out of the car. Instead, he stood downstairs, staring blankly at the window from which a faint wisp of smoke was still drifting.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Unit one, unit two...

There, was his and Penelope's nest!

Zackary suddenly stumbled, and if it weren't for the car door he was holding onto, he would have definitely fallen to the ground.

Lyman's complexion wasn't much to look at either. His charming baby face was marked with a somber heaviness. He lifted his foot, much like an old man on the verge of death, hunching his body and taking stiff steps forward.

He hated himself to death.

He shouldn't have left Penelope alone in the small apartment today.

He thought it was just about two hours, she hadn't woken up yet, he would be back soon, nothing could possibly go wrong. Unexpectedly, something really did happen to her.

Zackary and Lyman didn't know how they had ended up on the sixth floor. All they knew was that they were standing in front of a door, a door that was charred and barely hanging on its hinges. For a moment, they didn't have the courage to step inside.

My feet felt as if they were filled with lead, lifting them was extremely difficult, I couldn't move.

Around the small apartment, caution tape had already been put up. The fire department was still extinguishing some remaining smoke, to prevent the wind from rekindling the fire in this kind of weather.

The charred body was right in the center of the small apartment's living room.

When the fire alarm arrived, she had already shown no signs of life, so they didn't even make an emergency call.

A specially made fire-setting cloth was simply placed on her body, as a sign of respect for the deceased.

The few firefighters who were about to extinguish the last bit of flame in the living room, surprisingly, did not know Zackary and Lyman.

Seeing them actually cross the caution line and enter, they quickly drove them away.

"Didn't I say, bystanders are not allowed inside the caution tape! You all need to get out quickly!"

Zackary and Lyman, as if they hadn't heard their words, continued to walk stiffly into the living room.

The firefighters, seeing their utterly grief-stricken expressions, instantly understood.

These must have been the family of the deceased, they sighed with pity and did not continue to drive people away.

The fire had been extinguished and the firefighters had all left. The deceased's family had arrived and could handle the aftermath. There was no need for them to stay here any longer.

Once the fire alarm had gone off, the living room of the small apartment seemed particularly empty.

Zackary and Lyman, stood in front of the corpse as if petrified, their kinship making them timid. At that moment, neither of them had the courage to lift the cloth covering the body.

"This isn't Penelope! This definitely isn't Penelope!"

As he spoke, Lyman shook his head vigorously, "When I left the house today, Penelope was fine! Yes, she even called me just now, I just had it on silent, I didn't pick up. Yes, nothing could have happened to Penelope, my Penelope would be fine! This person couldn't possibly be Penelope!"

Lyman was speaking when, with a wave of his hand, he abruptly lifted the white cloth that was covering the body.

Upon seeing the gruesome state of the corpse before him, Lyman, a man who would bleed before shedding tears, found himself unable to control the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Staring fixedly at the corpse in front of him, the rims of Zackary's eyes were also frighteningly red.

The body in front of me was severely charred, beyond recognition.

Her hair had all been burned away, and her face was scorched to the point where her features were blurred. It was pitch black, as if this was not a human body, but a lifeless object made of coal.

No, now, she was just an object, because, she had already died.

The clothes on her body had also been burned away, with some fragments sticking to her skin, making her look even more pitiful and miserable.

Her skin was like the roasted chicken legs sold on the street, skewered and repeatedly roasted over a stove. It was charred, shriveled, and as unattractive as it could possibly be.

Zackary stared intently at the corpse in front of him, he really didn't want to believe that she was that infuriating little woman!

"You're not Penelope! You're not her!" Zackary repeated blankly, as if he was hypnotizing himself.

It seemed, the more he spoke, this corpse was no longer Penelope.

However, no matter how much he wanted to deceive himself, telling himself that the body in front of him couldn't be Penelope, he knew in his heart.

Penelope, truly died.

Zack, I was about to die.

Back then, what did he say on the phone again?

"Yes," he said, "Well, Penelope, it's good to die. I wish you a good reincarnation."

He also said, "What, do I need to send you off to be reincarnated?!"

At that time, when he spoke those hurtful words, he felt truly exhilarated. But now, looking at the charred corpse in front of him, he couldn't find a trace of that exhilaration in his heart.

Only the gushing blood, the heart-wrenching pain.

Pierced my heart deeply.