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.

to his surprise, he had been

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

was so valuable that he wouldn’t waste

you are

do you want? You can’t get off the bed now. Please let me do it

words, Ernest got off the

found the closet in the ward. He

to put

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

Timothy to stop her grandson from leaving

are still too fragile. You can’t leave the hospital in this way. Please go

He uttered two words in

for a moment, feeling a chill rising

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

he must make the way

how Ernest looked when he was sent to the hospital - his face was as pale as the paper, his lips were with bloodstains, and

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

the old lady seemed to know what was going

all his means to keep Ernest in the hospital

although Timothy was extremely frightened, he still straightened up and blocked Ernest’s way for the sake

you can’t leave now. Your

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

a glance at all. Taking the suit,

at the door in a daze, feeling the burning pain

He was so shocked.

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

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

his hair and

to the beeps for a long time, nobody answered the

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

rushing to catch up with

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