Chapter 373 Kemp, regretting his past actions, was in unbearable pain!

Half of Penelope's face was submerged in bright red blood, which she had vomited out.

Her eyes were half-closed, lying on the ground without a hint of vitality, as if she were dead.

Dead...

A momentary pang of pain seized Kemp's chest, so intense that he didn't even know how he got out of the car. Looking at Penelope, who was within arm's reach, his towering figure could barely stand.

His face was ashen as he stumbled towards Penelope. His aide, Jaxson, had no idea why he had suddenly become so strange. He reached out, intending to steady him, but before he could even touch his arm, he was harshly shrugged off.

Jaxson could only watch as his once invincible boss instantly hunched over like an old man on the verge of death, awkwardly kneeling before Penelope.

"Boss..."

Jaxson looked at Kemp in confusion. He was deeply loyal to him, and seeing him in such an abnormal state worried him greatly. But this was the first time he had seen his boss like this, and even with his clever mind, he didn't know how to react.

He could only stand rigidly in place, watching his unattainable boss, hurriedly, nervously, and carefully cradling the woman who had fallen in a pool of blood, in his arms.

Jaxson's eyes widened abruptly, he truly thought that his boss had gone schizophrenic.

Mingming, he couldn't wait for Penelope to die and be reincarnated sooner, so why now, does he seem to care about her so much?

The man's heart, it's truly like a needle at the bottom of the sea, he couldn't figure it out!

"Penny..."

It was almost with all his strength that Kemp had shouted out this name.

Penelope's consciousness had begun to drift, she could no longer distinguish whether she was on the ground or floating in the air. Whatever Kemp had shouted at her, she hadn't heard it.

She just hoped that he could spare Ethan.

Therefore, she strained to lift her eyelids, even though she had exhausted all her remaining strength, her eyelids still couldn't fully open.

Her eyelids drooped as such, she extended her hand, seemingly wanting to touch something. In the end, she eventually withdrew her hand in a state of collapse.

"Penny!"

Kemp, however, had firmly grasped her hand. He held her so tightly, as if, as long as he held her hand tightly, she would not leave him.

"Kemp... Kemp..."

The scene before her was dim and indistinct. It took Penelope a great deal of effort to make out the face in front of her. It was Kemp's face.

Thinking of Ethan still hanging below the cliff, not knowing how he was now, she struggled to open her mouth, continuing to speak with difficulty, "Kemp, you have...you have avenged...avenged for Pennie...please...please, let him...let..."

Before Penelope could finish her words, she suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. Her frail body fell into Kemp's arms, motionless.

She didn't finish her sentence, but Kemp knew, what she wanted to say was to let Ethan go.

She also said that he had already avenged Pennie.

Yes, he hurt her, tormented her, and even brutally hit her.

However, he didn't know, what kind of revenge he should take for Pennie, what kind of grudge he could avenge!

During those four years, the person who was locked in the dungeon, who depended on him for life and death, and who endured countless tortures, was Penelope. She risked her life for him, she never hurt Pennie. On the contrary, it was Pennie who took her place, stole her credit, and framed her time and time again. What on earth did she do wrong?!

That woman, dressed in red, was Pennie's best friend, Lola!

No wonder, Pennie knew everything they had experienced in the dungeon. It turned out that all of this was thanks to Lola!

It was Lola who stuffed a live fish into Penelope's mouth. She couldn't spit it out, nor could she swallow it, and she was in unbearable pain.

It was also Lola who forcefully stuffed rotten and spoiled food into her mouth, torturing her time and again with infuriating methods.

Ever since Lola stuffed live fish into her mouth and forced her to eat rotten food, she had developed a psychological trauma towards the things she had eaten.

Even, for a long period of time afterwards, she couldn't eat anything, and had to throw up even if she just took a sip of water.

Upon hearing others talk about fish, meat, or bamboo shoots, her body would uncontrollably tremble.

That was a pain she could never overcome in her lifetime, yet today, he personally inflicted this pain on her again.

From midnight to dawn, for several hours, he had already forgotten how many things he had stuffed into her mouth. Even now, a piece of rotten meat still remained at the corner of her mouth.

"Penny..."

Kemp showed no signs of disgust as he carefully wiped away the dirt from the corner of her mouth. He caressed her small face as if in a trance, his eyes a deep shade of red.

In his memory, her face was exceptionally small, not even as big as his palm.

But in his memory, her face was not this thin.

It was as if there was not a trace of living energy left, just a deeply lifeless skeleton.

"Boss, you..."

Seeing Kemp gently caressing Penelope's face, Jaxson was genuinely frightened by his appearance. He stammered, "Boss, are you okay? You..."

"Pull him up!"

Jaxson was taken aback, for a moment, he really didn't know who this "he" that Kemp was referring to, actually was.

Seeing no reaction from Jaxson, Kemp became even more frantic, "Pull Ethan up! Pull him up!"

Kemp knew that Ethan's health was poor. In the dungeon, he had fainted several times, and on a few occasions, he almost didn't wake up.

And yet, he had him out in the cold wind all night...

How could his body have endured it!

"Yes."

Jaxson couldn't understand why his boss had suddenly become so strange. He could only hurry to carry out his orders and have Ethan brought up.

Looking at Ethan, who was lying motionless on the ground with an obvious abnormal redness on his face, Kemp felt a pain in his heart as if he was about to die.

What on earth did he do!

In his arms was his beloved girl, and Ethan, his most cherished child.

Even, it was he who delivered Penelope, the first one to see him come into this world.

And now, his beloved girl, seemed lifeless, and his most cherished little child, also seemed as if she had died.

"Go to the hospital!"

Saying this, Kemp abruptly stood up, and like a madman, he grabbed Penelope and rushed towards the car.

Her body was so light, so light, as if a gust of wind could carry her away.

Kemp held her tightly in his arms, repeatedly placing his fingers on the tip of her nose to feel her breath, fearing that suddenly, he would no longer be able to feel her warmth.

"Penny, I won't let anything happen to you! I absolutely won't let anything happen to you!"

Kemp murmured over and over again, his words seemed to be spoken to Penelope, but in reality, he was speaking to himself.

It seemed as though only by repeating this phrase could his Penny continue to live, live a long life of a hundred years, safe and worry-free.

Although he knew it in his heart, it was very likely just his wishful thinking.