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.

he had been sent

long face. Lifting his quilt,

so valuable that he wouldn’t waste it in

you

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

Timothy’s words, Ernest got off the bed

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

wanted to

now did Timothy understand what Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the

repeatedly told Timothy to stop her

to 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 cold tone, “Fuck

a moment, feeling a chill rising from his

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

told Timothy that he must make the

Timothy couldn’t 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 out once he was pushed into the

matter how one overworked, he shouldn’t

reaction, Timothy sensed that the old lady seemed

means to keep Ernest in the hospital and

up and blocked Ernest’s way for

can’t leave

on his face fiercely. Timothy couldn’t keep

all. Taking the suit,

a daze, feeling

He was so shocked.

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

stay. What should he do?

pain on his face, Timothy scratched his hair and called

her private number. However, after he listened to the beeps for a long time, nobody

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

quite shocked, rushing to catch up with him

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