Chapter 142 Zackary's Heart, Died!

"Penelope, wake up! You are not Penelope!"

Suddenly, as if mad, Zackary clung tightly to the corpse in front of him. Something occurred to him, and he quickly grabbed the corpse's left hand.

"Yes, Penelope was missing her little finger on her left hand! You're not Penelope, you can't be her!"

The left hand of that corpse, didn't have a little finger.

Not only the little finger, but also the other fingers, were all gone.

Even her palm was mostly missing.

Clearly, a heavy object had fallen from the beam, ruthlessly smashing into her hand, so much so that its original shape could no longer be recognized.

"Zackary, let go of Penelope! You let her go!"

Lyman wanted to snatch the body from Zackary's hands, but Zackary was like a man possessed, holding the body in his arms so tightly that Lyman couldn't take it away no matter what he did.

Lyman wanted to seize the body again, but seeing his friend looking as if he had lost his soul, he suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

He knew that, although Penelope had always tried to be good to him and attempted to accept him, the person she truly liked in her heart was still Zackary.

He thought, Penelope probably wished to die in Zackary's arms.

Lyman turned away hastily, no longer looking at the unrecognizable corpse. He was afraid that if he continued to look, he wouldn't be able to survive.

And his Penelope, she must have wished for him to live well.

"Penelope, open your eyes for me!"

"Penelope, I don't care what tricks you're playing on me! Now, I command you, open your eyes!"

No one responded to Zackary.

Zackary stiffly lowered his head, the corpse in his arms was truly, truly unsightly, but he still gently traced her brows and eyes over and over again.

His Penelope was the most beautiful.

Every time he dated her, he had to wait for her for a long time.

Because, she wanted to make herself look beautiful.

He had said, his Penelope, naturally beautiful, didn't need any adornment to captivate the nation, the city, and his heart. Yet, she pouted arrogantly and said, "Zack, what do you know!"

A woman dresses up to please herself, and in front of you, I want to dress up so beautifully!

Zack, I wished, every day, I could be beautiful! I hoped, for your whole life, every day you saw, would also be the most beautiful Penelope.

Zackary's heart ached as if it had been torn apart by countless blunt knives. How could his beloved Penelope have been burned beyond recognition!

His Penelope was also most afraid of pain.

When they were deeply in love, she, clumsy as she was, suddenly had the whim to peel an apple for him.

The sharp tip of the knife cut through her finger.

A tiny streak of blood, she was in so much pain that she frowned for quite a while. She must have been in so much pain being burnt like this!

When he came up, he also heard the onlookers outside the community discussing.

Someone heard, from inside the apartment, the woman's cries of pain, cries for help, that lasted for a very long time.

In other words, this kind of searing, unbearable pain, his Penelope, had not only endured for a few minutes or seconds.

He didn't dare to think, she was surrounded by raging fire, she was scorched by the flames, how much pain she must have been in!

Yes, she called him.

Judging by the time, the apartment had been burning for quite a while then. She must have wanted to ask him for help, right?

In the last moment of her life, she thought of him.

But what about him?

He crushed her last glimmer of hope to survive.

He said it was good that she died, he told her to go and reincarnate well.

But in fact, he didn't wish for her death at all!

He didn't want her to be reincarnated even more. Whether it was love or hate, he just hoped that in this life, she could always live within his sight!

"Penelope, you woke up..."

For a moment, Zackary felt as if he was already dead. Yet, for some reason, he felt that even though he was supposedly dead, his heart could still ache.

Pain that couldn't be described in words.

"Hello, may I ask, who were you to Miss Penelope?"

Zackary and Lyman were immersed in boundless grief when two young men pushed open the rickety door and walked in.

"Were you relatives of Miss Penelope? Could you please hand over Miss Penelope's body to us? Previously, she had signed a body donation agreement with us."

Zackary abruptly lifted his face, his eyes blazing red as he stared at the two men in front of him.

On his face, ferocity was rampant, and in his crimson eyes, there was even a fierce light like a dying beast struggling, which actually scared the two men into involuntarily taking a big step back.

However, considering that their organization had already advanced Penelope 110 thousand dollars, they still plucked up the courage to speak to Zackary, "Miss Penelope had signed a body donation agreement with our organization before her death. She was in a hurry to have surgery for her son, and we felt sorry for her, so we made an exception and advanced her most of the money."

"Our agreement stipulated that her body should be kept as intact as possible upon her death. Now, her body has been severely damaged. We cannot possibly continue to pay you the subsequent funds."

Saying this, one of the slightly braver men presented the body donation agreement that Penelope had originally signed to Zackary, to prove that their taking away of Penelope's body was justified.

Looking at the agreement in front of him, Zackary's eyes became even redder.

He abruptly reached out, grabbed the agreement, and fiercely tore it to shreds.

He held the body in his arms even tighter, "She's mine! None of you can take her away! None of you can take her away!"

"He... He seemed to be Mr. Spencer."

One of the men recognized Zackary and gently nudged his colleague.

Both of them felt quite distressed about the money they had advanced to Penelope. What they actually needed was a relatively intact corpse. Given that Penelope's body had been burned to such an extent, they had already been unable to recoup their losses. Now, if they couldn't even take this body back, their losses would be even greater.

However, they were more afraid of Zackary than they were of loss.

The power of the Spencer family in Sea City was not to be trifled with. If they accidentally offended Zackary, their institution would have to be directly converted into a pig farm.

To avoid their painstakingly managed institution being turned into a pig farm, they decided not to provoke that Buddha.

Just as the two were about to leave, Zackary's voice, cold and slightly trembling, echoed behind them.

"How much money did you give her? I will have it doubled and transferred to your accounts!"

"Uh... 110 thousand dollars." The two people were terribly scared, but they didn't dare not to answer Zackary's question, so they plucked up the courage to speak.

110 thousand dollars, oh!

Suddenly, Zackary couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter was bleak, hollow, and desolate. The expression on his face was even uglier than crying.

110 thousand dollars!

For 110 thousand dollars, she sold her own body! She had long thought of death, hadn't she?!

She had repeatedly borrowed money from him, claiming it was for Ethan's surgery, she needed 160 thousand dollars.

At that time, he just felt that she was vain, asking him for money in order to squander it.

Unexpectedly, she really needed that 160 thousand dollars.

Even, for that 160 thousand dollars, she didn't hesitate to sign such a body donation agreement!