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

long face. Lifting his quilt, he was about to get off the

time was so valuable that he wouldn’t

Hawkins, you are

do you

Ernest got off

ward. He strode over, opened the

wanted to

Timothy understand what Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital

Timothy to stop her grandson from leaving the

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

two words in

for a moment, feeling a chill rising from

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

make the way instead of blocking

the paper, his lips were with bloodstains, and he

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

that the old lady seemed to know what was going

to try all his means to keep Ernest in the hospital and asked him to wait

up and

can’t leave now.

on his face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep his balance at all,

at all. Taking the suit,

at the door in a daze, feeling the burning

He was so shocked.

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

to keep Mr. Hawkins to stay. What should he do?

his face, Timothy scratched his hair and called

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

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

catch up with him immediately,

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