Chapter 237 Making Mr. Zackary Impotent!

Ethan suddenly lifted his face, looking at Zackary in disbelief. He couldn't bear to think that the father who had once abandoned him was now, unbelievably, ready to die for him!

Ethan's tears flowed even more fiercely. He didn't want to die, but he was even more afraid of something happening to his father.

He shook his head vigorously, "Dad, stop worrying about me! Ethan is not scared! Ethan is not scared at all! If Ethan can't protect mom, dad, you have to be strong and help Ethan protect mom!"

Watching such a sensible Ethan, Penelope's tears flooded uncontrollably.

She wasn't particularly intelligent, but after listening to what Simon had just said, she had roughly figured out the causes and consequences of this matter.

Not many people knew that Ethan was Zackary's own flesh and blood.

I'm afraid, it was Lola up to her tricks again!

Lola blamed Damian's death on Zackary. Knowing that Simon couldn't compete with Zackary, she revealed to him that Ethan was his own flesh and blood, hoping to use this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and send Ethan to hell.

What Lola had not anticipated, despite all her calculations, was that Simon was audacious enough to plan on killing Zackary by kidnapping Ethan!

Watching Ethan, who was wholeheartedly considering for him, even Zackary, as cold and hard as he was, couldn't help but have his eyes well up with tears.

This was, Zackary's own flesh and blood.

Such a well-behaved and sensible Ethan, yet he had cruelly abandoned him before!

That was the regret and remorse of his lifetime, he would absolutely never let himself taste the bitterness of regret again!

Zackary shifted his gaze from Ethan's face, landing it coldly on Simon's. "Let Ethan go! Today, do whatever you want with me, Zackary!"

"Alright, Mr. Zackary, I respect you as a real man! Rest assured, after your death, I promise not to trouble the widows and orphans!"

Simon gave a signal to his subordinates, and a tall, thin man then placed a cold, gleaming knife in front of Zackary.

Zackary picked up the knife, fiddling with it intermittently, his expression unflappable.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, "Today, I could have left my life here! But with you holding Ethan at the edge of the cliff, I'm not at ease."

"I knew, you definitely didn't want me to die too easily! So, I'll stab myself a few more times! For each stab, you take a step forward with Ethan. When I'm dead, at least I'll be reassured that you won't just casually throw Ethan down!"

Although Simon was ruthless, he also upheld the code of the underworld. He thought Zackary's method was relatively fair. Moreover, Ethan was in his hands, and with a slight force, his knife could cut off Ethan's neck. He held absolute initiative and was not worried about any tricks.

"Alright!" Simon responded readily.

"My elder brother's shoulder was shattered. So, you should stab your shoulder first!"

Zackary didn't speak, he gripped tightly and drove the cold, gleaming knife deep into his left shoulder.

"No!" Penelope rushed forward, wanting to stop Zackary from hurting himself. However, his actions were too fast, she simply couldn't stop him.

Zackary looked at her, his eyes and brows filled with laughter, the harshness on him faded away, he was still the charming young man in her heart.

"Zackary, have you gone mad?" Penelope choked out, staring at the large bloodstain spreading on his white shirt. Her tears, they just wouldn't stop.

"Penelope, don't cry..."

In Zackary's eyes swirled a heart-fluttering tenderness and indulgence. He looked at Penelope with a beaming smile, as if they were not parting in life and death, but rather whispering sweet nothings under the moon and flowers.

"Zackary, you fool! Who allowed you to hurt yourself like this!" Penelope was so angry that she really wanted to punch Zackary, but seeing him bleeding, she couldn't bear to do it.

She knew that if she said that Lola was the one who killed Damian, these people wouldn't believe her. Therefore, she could only shoulder all the blame herself, using her own death to exchange for Zackary and Ethan's lives.

She turned her face, glaring at Simon with hatred, "Let Ethan go! The one who killed Damian, it wasn't Zackary, it was me! If you want revenge, come at me! What are you doing now?! Hurting the innocent?!"

"Penelope, do you think we're fools?!" Simon glared at Penelope fiercely, "You, capable of killing my big brother? Get out of my way! I don't want to hit a woman today, but if you keep talking nonsense here, I'll kill this brat right now!"

Although Simon's tone was unpleasant, he did keep his promise. After Zackary stabbed himself, Simon took a step forward, carrying Ethan.

Seeing Ethan had moved a bit further from the edge of the cliff, a touch of faint relief involuntarily colored Zackary's eyes.

"Zackary, my older brother's left arm was broken in a collision! The second knife, it was stabbed into your left arm!"

"Zackary, don't!"

Penelope shook her head vigorously. She wanted Ethan to be okay, she would rather be cut to pieces, she needed Ethan to be okay. But to watch Zackary die miserably right before her eyes, it was also a torment to her heart!

Penelope wanted to snatch the knife from Zackary's hand, but his skills were really too good. With a slight dodge, he avoided her reaching hand.

The next second, he exerted force with his hand, ruthlessly plunging the sharp knife into his left arm, blood splattering everywhere.

"Zack...."

Penelope had so much she wanted to say to Zackary, but seeing the spreading crimson on his left arm, she couldn't utter a word, only choking back silent sobs.

"Penelope, don't cry, I wasn't in pain, not in the slightest..."

Zackary gently wiped away the tears from Penelope's eyes, and to prove that he really wasn't in pain, he even flashed her a big smile.

He had been in the business world for many years, but this laugh, completely devoid of any mercenary air, was filled with nothing but youthful spirit.

Just as when they first met, he said to her, "Little girl, have we met somewhere before?"

In the last life, you must have been my wife.

I fell in love with you at first sight.

Seeing Penelope still shedding tears, Zackary's heart ached so much it felt like it was going to break.

He deliberately gasped, seeking Penelope's attention.

Indeed, seeing him in this state, Penelope anxiously asked, "Zack, how are you? Are you in a lot of pain?"

"Yeah, it hurts a bit." The curve of Zackary's smile didn't diminish in the slightest. "Penelope, if you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore."

At this point in time, you still have no shame!

However, at this moment, Penelope didn't despise him for his shamelessness, instead, she teared up, stood on her tiptoes, and forcefully sealed his lips.

Penelope regretted.

Regretted not forgiving him earlier.

If she had known that tonight would be their farewell, she would have, without any hesitation, thrown herself into his arms the first time he proposed to her, and held on for dear life.

"Penelope, your kiss worked better than any medicine. You kissed me, and this wound, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

Zackary reluctantly let go of Penelope, gently pressing a kiss onto her forehead, "Penelope, I love you."

"Mr. Zackary, my elder brother was ruined, he turned into a ghost, and he couldn't be a man anymore. If my elder brother can't be a man, neither can you!"

"The third strike, I want you, unable to be a man!"