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.

his surprise, he had been sent to

lips with a long face. Lifting his quilt, he was about to get

that he

Hawkins, you are

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

Ernest got off the

ward. He strode over, opened the closet, and took out

to

wasn’t until now did Timothy understand what Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital

repeatedly told Timothy to stop her grandson from

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

frowned. He uttered two words in a cold tone,

moment, feeling a chill

many years, so he knew Ernest very well. Now Ernest was at the edge of fury, if Timothy kept

make the way

sent to the hospital - his face was as pale as the paper, his lips were with bloodstains, and he looked lifeless. Timothy was afraid that

healthy. No matter how one overworked, he

Hawkins’ reaction, Timothy sensed that the old lady seemed to know

all his means to keep Ernest

still straightened up and blocked

you can’t leave now.

was thrown on his face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep his balance at all, taking several steps backward

hitting him, Ernst didn’t spare him a glance at all. Taking the suit, he walked into the

looked at the door in a daze, feeling the burning pain on

He was so shocked.

Timothy didn’t think he could keep Mr. Hawkins in

wasn’t so capable enough to keep Mr. Hawkins to stay.

scratched his hair and called Georgia

he listened to the beeps for

click. Ernest had already put on the suit. With a

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

his own body, but the latter didn’t give him such a chance. Ernest strode to