My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

“No matter what the pain she’s experiencing now, could it reach one percent of that Ernest is suffering? I want her to experience the same pain as Ernest. I want her to know what kind of painful torture Ernest is experiencing now in the surgery room.”

As he spoke, Barney slapped Florence again on her face violently.

Florence saw stars, her sight becoming dizzy. A trace of blood flew out of her mouth.

She felt the burning pain on her cheeks.

However, her gaze was still spiritless. She gazed at the surgery without a blink.

She looked as if she could still open her eyes and breathe, all the pains and insults couldn’t move her at all. All her focus was on Ernest.

If she couldn’t be assured that he had passed the critical period, the nerve in Florence’s heart would be kept tightened.

Her reaction, however, was an encouragement to Barney.

The more he slapped her, the more excited he had become. Raising his hand high, he wanted to slap Florence across her face again.

“Swoosh--”

Right then, the door of the surgery room was opened.

Florence, as numb as a log just now, seemed to be alive all of a sudden. She rushed over to the door. With the reddened and swollen cheeks, she appeared in front of the doctor first.

She asked in a nervous and trembling voice, “Doc, how’s Ernest?”

The doctor looked solemn, with a piece of sheet in his hands.

“Are you his family? The patient's condition is not optimistic. We are trying our best to save him, but you need to sign the notice of critical illness.”

The notice of critical illness?

Upon hearing those words, Florence was like being struck by the lightning.

She had been waiting on the thin ice for such a long time, but unexpectedly, she received such news.

She had no guts to imagine what she would be like if that powerful gentleman didn’t exist in this world and she couldn’t see him again.

feeling of loss almost made her

save him at any cost! Otherwise, you all should die with him!” Georgia roared in anger. Her wrinkled face looked violent and threatening. Her

doctor’s hands trembled. Sweat oozed on his

said, “Mrs. Hawkins, we’ll try our best.

in to save him! Don’t waste your time any longer. If you need any equipment, blood, and even

“Yes, ma’am.”

not to speak anything else, and nor dared he ask them to sign the notice of critical illness. He trotted back

guarantee for the doctor and nurse. In case any accident happened in the rescuing process, the doctor and nurses wouldn’t be responsible. However, Ernest wasn’t

attitude was quite clear -- if something happened to Ernest, all those doctors and nurses would die

them to sign the notice of critical

they must try their best to save

of the surgery room was closed. It was like the interconnection of life and death. As soon as it was closed, it separated the two different

door pitifully, Florence couldn’t

of critical illness kept flashing through her

situation must be terrible, extremely

He could be all

convincing herself, the door of the surgery room

trotted out covered with blood, looking panic and

patient is suffering from hemorrhoea. His vital signs dropped

hearing it, Georgia roared excitedly under the

help trembling. She couldn’t maintain her balance at all, only breathing

motionlessly in embarrassment. He couldn’t utter

nothing that

wanted to tell them but

doctor wanted to say. They

it mean Ernest couldn’t

mind, just like the last straw, which directly

on the floor, her

You bitch! You’ve killed Ernest!” Brianna scolded her in anger, stamping

the floor directly, bearing the pains on

desperate when hearing that she

dying,

Was he dying?