Chapter 98 Penelope Agreed to Marry Mr. Hilliard!

"Mr. Hilliard!" Penelope cried out in heart-wrenching pain, she madly rushed towards the direction where Lyman had fallen.

She discovered that the van, seeing Lyman still breathing, actually wanted to run over him.

Seeing a black Koenigsegg rushing out from a nearby street corner, the van driver wearing a black mask squinted slightly. He didn't dare to linger any longer, abruptly turned the van around, and charged forward.

Penelope stared blankly at Lyman lying in a pool of blood. For a moment, she felt as if she could see nothing else, only an overwhelming sea of red.

All of today's events, how similar they are to the scene where Lola's van hit and killed Damian!

She knew with her toes, the van today was also sent by Lola.

This was not an ordinary car accident, but a premeditated murder!

She knew Lola hated her, wishing her a gruesome death, but Lyman, he was her own younger brother!

Lyman was right beside her, didn't she fear that she might hurt her own younger brother?!

No, she had already hurt her own younger brother!

Not only did she hurt her own younger brother, but she also cruelly attacked her biological mother, Chelsea, who, up until now, has still not woken up.

Lola, just how cold and ruthless a heart must one have to be able to murder their own kin without batting an eye!

"Mr. Hilliard!" Penelope rushed to Lyman's side, wanting to hug him tightly, but she dared not.

He looked truly, terribly injured. She was afraid that if she held him, it would hurt him even more.

Penelope wanted to make an emergency call, but seeing that Zackary, who had come down from Koenigsegg, had already made the call, she didn't make it anymore.

She just tightly gripped his hand, wanting to give him some warmth in this icy and snowy world.

"Mr. Hilliard, hang in there! You can't be in trouble, you absolutely can't be!" Such a good Mr. Hilliard, he should be safe and healthy, leading a smooth life. He shouldn't have encountered such misfortune!

"Penelope, don't cry..."

Lyman wanted to lift his hand to wipe away the tears from Penelope's eyes, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand then.

Penelope discerned his intentions, she gently placed his hand on her face, using it to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes, then softly pressed her face into his palm.

"Mr. Hilliard, I didn't cry, as long as you were alright, I wouldn't cry, I didn't cry..."

"Penelope, go for the audition. My Penelope's dream is to become a master perfumer. Even if you can't make perfume yourself, it's good to be close to your dream."

"Penelope, I hoped you could love yourself well, even if there was only the last second of life, my Penelope, you should also be brilliant."

"I'll join, I'll join!" Penelope didn't want to shed tears, to make Lyman uncomfortable, but at this moment, she simply couldn't hold back her tears.

"Mr. Hilliard, I promise you anything, as long as you are well!"

"I would take good care of myself, and you should also take good care of yourself, okay?"

"Alright." Lyman managed to pull a smile, albeit a bit stiff, but his youthful face still looked radiant.

"Penelope, promise me something, will you?"

Before Lyman could say what it was, Penelope was nodding her head frantically, "Mr. Hilliard, I promise you, I've said it before, no matter what you say, I agree with you!"

"Penelope, if I can make it through this time, will you be with me? Marry me, and be my most beautiful bride," he pleaded.

"Penelope, I know, you have a lot of concerns. But in life, even if we are healthy, we may encounter accidents. If we always worry about the day we will die, how boring it is!"

Penelope nodded vigorously, "Mr. Hilliard, I promise you! You have to be well, as long as you are well, I will marry you! Tonight, we have wine and we will get drunk, we, seize the day!"

Zackary watched as his best friend collapsed in a pool of blood, the pain was unbearable. Yet, upon hearing that Penelope was going to marry Lyman, he couldn't suppress his anger.

His woman, why should she marry another man!

Lyman's breath was growing weaker and weaker, his upper and lower eyelids had almost glued together.

Upon hearing Penelope calling out to him loudly, he struggled to open his eyes again.

His voice, noticeably quieter, was stammered and halting, "Penelope, could... could you... could you kiss me?"

"Mm!"

Penelope nodded vigorously, bending over with tears trickling to the corners of her lips, slowly leaning towards Lyman's forehead.

This kiss, devoid of any desire, was exceptionally tender, causing Zackary's eyes to redden and his fists to clench tightly.

The moment her lips touched Lyman's forehead, Penelope realized that he had completely lost consciousness.

"Mr. Hilliard!"

Penelope's lips slowly left Lyman's forehead, trembling as they moved towards his nose tip. She didn't know if it was because she was too nervous, but she couldn't feel his breath.

She lifted her face, anxiously looking around. She didn't see the ambulance arrive, all she could see was Zackary, standing in front of her like an ice block.

"Mr... Mr. Spencer, please, please help me check if Mr. Hilliard is still breathing, I..."

Choked with emotion, Penelope couldn't speak. She took a deep breath, regaining her voice, "I can't feel his breath."

Upon hearing Penelope's words, Zackary's face changed drastically. He didn't have time to argue with her anymore. He quickly stepped forward, extending his slender fingers towards his nose.

The breath was faint, but there was still breathing, which was a good thing.

Seeing his good friend so badly injured, Zackary was also anxious. He really wanted to drive him straight to the hospital.

But Lyman was covered in injuries all over his body, possibly even having damaged his bones. He was afraid of causing secondary harm to himself, so he could only anxiously wait for the arrival of the ambulance.

Unbeknownst to her, Penelope's tears had once again wet her small face. She vigorously wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Mr. Hilliard, can we make a promise?"

"Starting from today, I would cherish my body very much, and you should also take good care of yourself, and show up in front of me lively and energetically, okay?"

"Mr. Hilliard, you mustn't let anything happen to you, I'm still waiting to be your most beautiful bride!"

"Mr. Hilliard, I have never worn a wedding dress in my life, but I want to wear one for you," she said.

"Mr. Hilliard, if you didn't wake up, I wouldn't even have the chance to wear a wedding dress in my life, I would be very, very angry!"

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Penelope chattered on and on to Lyman, saying a lot of words. She always felt that as long as she kept talking to him, he would get better, so she dared not stop.

By the time the ambulance arrived, her voice had already gone hoarse, but she still wanted to talk to him.

For him, it had nothing to do with love, but there were still endless words to say.

She really wanted to devote all her remaining time to him.

Even if it couldn't last forever, it was good to have had it once.

But she didn't know if he could still give her a chance.