Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 1211

Darryl chuckled as he comforted Monica. " My dear, don't be nervous. Master is an amiable and nice guy!"

Darryl hugged Monica in his arms as he jumped off the cliff.

Woohoo!

Monica could hear the whistles of wind in her ears as she tightened her arms around Darryl's waist. She was somewhat nervous to experience the fall.

If it were someone else who jumped off such great height, they would surely fall to pieces.

However, when she saw Darryl’s confident smile, Monica immediately sighed in relief. At the same time, she felt content to have

such a reliable and capable man.

Soon, they landed on their feet. Darryl held Monica's hand in one hand and carried the wine and roast chicken in the other. Then, he walked toward the canyon with a big smile on his face.

As they made their way to see his master, Darryl shouted jovially, "Master, Master! I'm here to see you!”

Monica, on the other hand, loved the breath -taking scenery around the canyon!

"Master! Can you hear me?"

Darryl arrived at the edge of the pond, but when he saw that there was no one there, he frowned.

'Master likes basking in the sun here. Why isn’t he here today?' "Master, I am Darryl. I have come to see you. Master, where are you?"

There was still no response even after he shouted repeatedly. Darryl grew a little uneasy.

The last time when he visited his master with Jewel, he had invited his master to leave the canyon with them, but his master had refused.

Darryl remembered that Ford wanted to live a peaceful life in seclusion; he no longer wanted to care about worldly affairs. Therefore, it was unlikely that Ford would have left the canyon.

Where was he then?

Monica noticed the anxiety on Darryl's face, and she comforted him in her soft voice. "Don't worry, Darryl. Your master is an old man. Maybe he is taking a rest." 'That's right!’

A figure sat with his back against the wallquiet and motionless-with a stiff expression on his face.

It was Ford.

The man's body was covered with scars, and his clothes had been torn into pieces. More than a hundred arrows were stuck all over his body—he looked bloodied too.

However, the blood on his body had dried and turned black. He was dead-his body had already gone stiff.

Ford had been dead for seven years already.

The New World Emperor had taken

Lawyer's suggestion to kill the man. The

royal armies had released poisonous smoke and arrows at Ford-he had died a torturous death with scars all over his body.

After the New World Emperor left with his army, Ford was left alone with no one to tend to his injuries. He did not even survive the next day!