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.

had been sent to the

his thin lips with a long face. Lifting his quilt, he

time was so valuable that he wouldn’t waste it in

Hawkins, you

up, Timothy walked in excitedly. “Mr. Hawkins, what do you

Ernest got

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

to put

did Timothy understand what Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was

repeatedly told Timothy to stop her grandson from leaving

“Mr. Hawkins, you’ve overworked. Now you are still too fragile. You can’t leave

frowned. He uttered two words in a cold

a moment, feeling a chill

so many years, so he knew Ernest very well. Now Ernest

reason told Timothy that he must make

help but recall how Ernest looked when he was 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 Ernest wouldn’t be able to come

healthy. No matter how one overworked, he shouldn’t have

Mrs. Hawkins’ reaction, Timothy sensed that the old lady seemed to know what was going

Timothy to try all his means to keep Ernest in

up and blocked Ernest’s way

Hawkins, you can’t leave now.

face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep

him, Ernst didn’t spare him a glance at all. Taking the suit, he walked into the dressing room and locked the door

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

He was so shocked.

Hawkins even hit him by himself. Timothy didn’t think he

panicked. He wasn’t so capable enough to keep Mr. Hawkins to stay. What should he do? Mrs.

scratched his hair and called Georgia on

However, after he listened to the beeps for

room was opened with a click. Ernest had already put on the suit. With

to catch up with him immediately,

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