My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Back then, Jennifer fell in love with William. Then, she fell out with her family, escaped, and eloped with William.

After leading a happy life together and giving birth to Ernest, Jennifer was sick.

William tried countless ways but failed to save her. Ernest also inherited this disease from his mother.

Ernest was a late generation of the Turner family. If he had grown up in the family, he would marry a daughter from the Fraser family. In this case, he could live on. However, because of Jennifer’s escape, the Hawkins family didn’t intend to ask Ernest to go back to the Turner family.

The complicated relationship within that family could swallow a person alive.

Originally, Georgia had felt that it was so fortunate for her to find Florence. She tried her best to bring Ernest and Florence together and let them get married. In that case, after marrying Florence, Ernest could survive for sure.

However, now Florence was gone. Ernest wasn’t only tortured so much that he wanted to die, but his disease also broke up in advance because he had been worn out.

If this went on, Ernest couldn’t live on, either.

“Jennifer, I’ve promised you that I’ll let Ernest live on and he won’t get back to the Turner family. But now...”

Georgia sobbed, and her fingers that were touching the tombstone trembling. “What should I do? How can I save Ernest? Is it his inescapable destine to go back to the Turner family?

“You wished him a peaceful and happy life, but I can’t protect him at all. I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your dying wishes.”

The old woman’s voice spread in the rain, full of helpless sadness.

In the ward.

A man was lying on the bed quietly. His handsome face became twice thinner than it was before. His thick eyelashes covered his eyes, but they couldn’t cover the dark circles below.

His face was pale. Even he was in a coma, he was still frowning, bothered by something.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled. He opened his eyes in an instant.

His gazes were as sharp as the thorns.

Next second, he sat up. Looking around the ward, he understood where he was.

he had been sent to

a long face. Lifting his quilt,

that he wouldn’t

Hawkins, you

excitedly. “Mr. Hawkins, what do you want? You can’t get off the bed now. Please let me

words, Ernest got

He strode over, opened the closet, and took out

to put it

Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital as soon as he

repeatedly told Timothy to stop her grandson from leaving

you’ve overworked. Now you are still too fragile. You can’t leave the hospital in this way. Please go back

words in a cold tone, “Fuck

feeling a chill rising

had been working for Ernest for so many years, so he knew Ernest very well. Now Ernest was at the edge of fury, if

told Timothy that he must make the way instead

as pale as the paper, his lips were with bloodstains, and he looked lifeless. Timothy was afraid that Ernest wouldn’t

know much about Ernest’s healthy. No matter how one overworked, he shouldn’t have

that the old lady

left the hospital, she asked Timothy to try all his means to keep Ernest in the hospital and asked him to

still straightened up and blocked Ernest’s way for the

Hawkins, you can’t leave now. Your

thrown on his face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep his

the suit, he walked into the dressing room and locked the

door in a daze, feeling the burning

He was so shocked.

him by himself. Timothy didn’t think he could keep Mr. Hawkins in the hospital as

capable enough to keep Mr. Hawkins to stay. What should he do? Mrs. Hawkins hadn’t returned to the

pain on his face, Timothy scratched his hair and called Georgia

he listened to the beeps for a long time, nobody answered

stopped, the door of the dressing room was opened with a click. Ernest had already put on

shocked, rushing to catch up with him immediately, “Mr.

own body, but the latter didn’t give him such a chance. Ernest strode to the door of the ward quickly,