Personality V: I will save everything

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The fisher girl opened her eyes wide, and covered her throat tightly with both hands in astonishment, her mouth opening and closing, as if she was at a loss what to do by this sudden change.

She felt the sound coming out of her throat in disbelief. Although the sound was a little hoarse, it was undoubtedly a huge surprise for her who had been unable to speak for a long time.

"Great, my guess turned out to be correct!" Jose Baden was so excited that he danced with joy, his face filled with a proud smile. It turned out that he had long guessed that the pocket watch in his hand and Grace's necklace had the same principle, and now seeing that the fisherwoman could speak, it confirmed his guess.

Jose Baden and Mike were immersed in the joy of success, high-fiving each other and celebrating. However, at this moment, the fisherwoman's next move was like a bucket of cold water poured on their heads, and their celebration stopped instantly.

The fisherwoman slowly stretched out her right hand and handed the pocket watch that had just helped her regain her voice to Jose Baden again. Her eyes were firm and resolute, without any intention of lingering.

Jose Badem and Mike looked at each other in shock at the fisher girl, totally unable to understand why she was behaving so strangely.

Obviously, he could speak, so wasn't that something to be happy about? Why did the fisherwoman give up this magical pocket watch? The two were filled with doubts and puzzlement.

"This is really important...to you..." The fisherwoman stared quietly at Jose Badem in front of her and spoke intermittently.

Just now, when Jose Badem handed her the pocket watch, the fisher girl clearly saw the hesitant look on his face.

This seemingly ordinary pocket watch actually possesses such magical powers that it can help her regain the ability to speak. It must have other extraordinary special features.

Judging from Jose Badem's performance, this pocket watch is absolutely of vital importance to him.

For the fisherwoman, being able to speak has always been the thing she desires and dreams of most in her heart.

However, if the price to realize this wish is to let others give up what they cherish most, then for the kind-hearted and gentle fisherwoman, this will undoubtedly be an extremely difficult and painful choice.

After all, everyone has some things deep in their hearts that cannot be given up. They may be the company of loved ones, precious memories, or visions of the future.

But now, she has to exchange these priceless treasures for an opportunity that seems tempting but is actually full of shadows. The fisher girl can't accept it no matter what.

In her short and rough life, she had also suffered many unfair treatments. Those cold words, discrimination and prejudice followed her everywhere, which brought deep trauma to her heart.

Because of this, she knew the pain of being deprived and ignored, and she didn't want to see the same tragedy happen to others. So, although the opportunity before her was rare, she resolutely chose to give up when she thought of the heavy price she had to pay.

"Thank you... for letting me know... that's how it feels to speak..." The fisherwoman whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly, as if every word carried a great force. She slowly raised her hand and gently put the exquisite pocket watch back into Jose Baden's palm.

Then, the fisher girl left as Jose Badem and Mike looked at each other in confusion.

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"You bastard!!!"

"Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"!

The scene at that time was extremely chaotic, like a pot of boiling porridge. So, what exactly caused such a chaotic situation? It all started with what happened some time ago...

I believe you all still remember the incident of Kreacher being pushed down the stairs? Although Kreacher has now returned to his original world, this does not mean that the incident has come to an end. At least for the gardener and the factory manager, they will not let it go easily.

After all, Kreacher had helped them a lot, and even though he was gone, they were still determined to seek justice for Kreacher.

Previously, under Andrew's hint and guidance, the Air Force had vaguely mentioned to the factory director that the "philanthropist" was the most suspected person in this case. However, it should be noted that up to now, there is no conclusive evidence to prove this.

Since there is a lack of strong evidence to support the case, the best option is to directly ask the parties involved.

So the factory director broke into the "philanthropist's" room without hesitation. But the moment he stepped into the room, he frowned at what he saw - the "philanthropist" was curled up in the corner of the room, his body trembling slightly, as if he had suffered a great shock, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

However, the factory director didn't care about these situations at all. You know, in his eyes, the so-called "philanthropist" in this world and Kreacher in another world are completely different. He can clearly distinguish the difference between the two.

As for why the factory director was so angry and grabbed the collar of the "philanthropist", the reason was actually very simple. At that time, the factory director had not even finished a sentence, he just mentioned the name Kreacher.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the "philanthropist" suddenly became panic-stricken, his face was full of fear, and he shouted hurriedly: "No! It was definitely not me! This matter has nothing to do with me!"

I have to say, the reaction of this "philanthropist" was too quick and too obvious, it was a typical case of self-incrimination!

Seeing this, the factory manager's anger burned even more fiercely...

This is the whole story. To be honest, if someone hadn't happened to pass by and witnessed this thrilling scene, the so-called "philanthropist" would have been killed by the factory director's hammer-like fist, smashing his flesh and blood into a bloody mess.

At this critical moment, the forward who didn't know what was going on heard the noise and rushed over. The factory director was furious, holding his strong fist high, and was about to hit the "philanthropist" hard.

Without even thinking twice, the forward used all his strength to desperately grab the factory director's raised arm. Although he was at a loss for what was happening before his eyes, he would never stand by and watch the "philanthropist" die tragically under the factory director's iron fist.

"I say, what the hell are you guys doing here?" Norton appeared at the door with a lazy voice.

Such a huge noise naturally attracted the attention of others. At this time, Norton was seen leaning lazily on the door frame with his hands folded in front of his chest, staring at the chaotic scene in the house with boredom.

"You're just in time, Mr. Norton, please come over and help me!" When the forward saw someone else coming, he shouted at the top of his voice as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, eagerly hoping to get Norton's help.

However, at the same time, after seeing who was coming, the factory manager did not show any weakness and shouted at the top of his voice: "This guy is the culprit who caused Kreacher to fall down the stairs! I must teach him a lesson today!"

When the factory manager's deafening roar reached the striker's ears, his hands, which were originally tightly holding the other party, paused involuntarily. You know, the news of Kreacher's embarrassing fall from the stairs had already spread throughout the manor, and everyone knew it.

In the moment when the striker hesitated, the factory director's fist, as hard and powerful as a hammer, had already hit the "philanthropist"'s cheek like a storm. There was only a dull thud, and the "philanthropist"'s head suddenly tilted to one side, and a trace of blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The factory director's eyes were wide open, as if burning with rage. He gnashed his teeth and roared, "You damn bastard! I must kill you with my own hands today and make you pay for everything you have done!"

However, just as the factory director's fist, with bulging veins and filled with endless anger, was about to hit the philanthropist's hateful face again, a low and majestic voice suddenly sounded, abruptly interrupting this explosive situation.

"That's enough!" The person who spoke was Norton. He crossed his arms and looked coldly at the two people in front of him, his eyes revealing an unquestionable momentum.

The factory director's hand was suspended in the air, trembling slightly because of Norton's words. He stared at Norton with wide eyes, as if trying to find out a clue from his expression.

"You don't really think Kreacher didn't see who pushed him?" Norton said expressionlessly, his tone so calm that it was frightening.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting the factory director's heart hard. His hand movements froze instantly, and he couldn't help but feel confused: If Kreacher really knew who pushed him down the stairs, why did he remain silent?

"Why didn't you tell me?" Norton pressed on, with an imperceptible sneer on his face. "Come on, don't you and I know the answer?"

Yes, the factory manager knew it very well. Kreacher, the kind-hearted man who always had a smile on his face, dared to break into the dormitory where the supervisors lived alone in order to fulfill a birthday wish casually said by the gardener. How could such a brave and affectionate person easily let go of the murderer who hurt him?

Perhaps, he was just too gentle and tolerant. Deep down in his heart, he might have a firm belief in the goodness of human nature, and always hoped to give those who made mistakes a chance to start over and repent. It was for this reason that he resolutely decided to conceal the truth.

Or maybe he understood the factory director's temper better than anyone else. If the irritable factory director knew the truth, the "philanthropist" would not be able to escape the bad luck, and he would not even be able to spend today in peace. After all, with the factory director's temper, he would never let go of this guy who made him so angry.

Even the next day, this mysterious manor had magical power that could restore all the injured people to their original state. However, the factory director's anger would never subside. He would certainly kill the "philanthropist" again and again, as if only in this way could he vent his anger and dissatisfaction.

And what about Kreacher? He is a kind-hearted and gentle man! How could such a gentle man bear to witness such a cruel and bloody scene? I'm sure his heart would tremble uncontrollably whenever he thought of that scene.

Thinking of this, the factory director finally slowly lowered his fist, which had been raised high and ready to swing down.

But despite this, the rage burning in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, still jumping and flickering like a blazing flame, as if it could be ignited again at any time...

To be honest, the factory manager really wanted to strangle the guy in front of him over and over again, but if this was Kreacher's idea... Although he was still very angry, he still put down his raised fist.

At this moment, the so-called "philanthropist" lying on the ground raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

At this moment, a sudden enlightenment came to his mind. He finally understood why he looked so much like the person in another world, but the treatment he received was so different.

The two faces looked surprisingly similar, as if they were carved from the same mold. But if you look closely, you can find subtle differences. Although they look almost the same, behind these seemingly identical faces are two completely different souls.

However, even though the facts were so clear, the "philanthropist" never felt any remorse. He was just terrified because he almost killed a life with his own hands. But he had no regrets for pushing Kreacher away.

He is such a person with bad character. Although he has a human appearance, he is actually a very dirty and corrupt soul. This soul is filled with greed, selfishness and indifference, and has long lost the light and warmth that human nature should have.