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.

surprise, he had been sent

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

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

Hawkins, you are

Ernest wake up, Timothy walked in excitedly. “Mr. Hawkins, what do you want? You can’t get off the bed now.

words, Ernest got off the

He strode over, opened

wanted to put it

doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital as soon as

told Timothy to stop her grandson from

block Ernest’s way. “Mr. Hawkins, you’ve overworked. Now you are still too fragile. You can’t leave the hospital in this way. Please

two words in a

stiffed for a moment, feeling a chill rising from his

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

make the way instead of

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 out once he was pushed into the emergency

didn’t know much about Ernest’s healthy. No matter how one

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

left the hospital, she asked Timothy to try all his means to keep Ernest in the hospital and

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

Hawkins, you can’t leave now.

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

him a glance at all. Taking the suit, he walked into the dressing room and

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

He was so shocked.

he could keep Mr. Hawkins

Mr. Hawkins to stay. What should

his face, Timothy scratched his hair and called Georgia

he listened to the beeps for

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

rushing to catch up with him immediately, “Mr. Hawkins, you

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