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

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

that he wouldn’t waste it

Hawkins, you

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

words, Ernest got

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

to

seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital as soon as he had

Hawkins had repeatedly told Timothy to

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

two words in a cold

moment, feeling a chill rising

had been working for Ernest for so many years, so he knew Ernest very well. Now Ernest

that he must make the way instead of blocking

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 out once

matter how one overworked,

sensed that the old lady seemed

to keep Ernest in the hospital and asked him to wait until she came

extremely frightened, he still straightened up

you can’t leave now.

had finished his words, a punch was thrown on his face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep his balance at all,

at all. Taking the suit, he walked into

in a daze, feeling the

He was so shocked.

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

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

Timothy scratched his hair

to the beeps for a

door of the dressing room was opened with a click. Ernest had already put on the suit. With a cold face, he strode out of

rushing to catch up with him immediately,

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