My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After the rain, Florence was on fever. She was in a coma, lying on the bed.

Occasionally, she opened her eyes, but she was still dizzy. Blinking her blurred eyes, she sometimes asked for water and sometimes called Ernest’s name.

Her voice was fragile and weak, but it was full of endless sorrow.

Whenever Victoria visited her, she would shed her tears in secret.

Alexander patted her on her shoulders and comforted her.

“Please don’t cry, Victoria. We have Collin. Flory will get well soon.”

Victoria’s eyes were reddened. In front of Alexander, her aggressiveness had turned to endless worry and weakness.

She said between sobs, “It’s me who makes Flory suffer so much. It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not your fault. You’ve done it for Flory’s good.”

Alexander stroked her back and helped her breathe. He said tenderly, “When Flory gets well, she will understand us. In this world, who else would love her more than her mother?”

With the mother’s love, Victoria tried every means to smooth the future path for Florence, getting rid of all difficulties.

She was willing to do it even she had known that Florence would blame her and hate her.

Alexander understood Victoria’s sorrow very much as well as the reasons why she had persistent to do so.

Pressing her head on Alexander’s shoulder, Victoria whispered, “I’ve been watching the battle between Stanny and Ernest Hawkins. I know that Ernest Hawkins has had mercy on Stanny, so he was forced to the end. I’ve ever considered that if he could risk his life to stay, probably...”

“If even he could risk his life to stay, you would give him the chance out of compassion instead of approval,” Alexander interrupted her words in a low voice, “Then, in the end, you would look down upon Ernest Hawkins. You couldn’t accept this son-in-law at all.”

“But he’s gone now. He has lost the right to marry Florence in his life already.”

Victoria’s voice became colder.

That was the penalty for Ernest - a sentence to death.

Alexander heaved a sigh and whispered, “It’s not a bad thing, though. Flory will recover eventually as long as we are by her side.”

…

Florence had a pretty long dream. She was immersed in the dream. From time to time, she could meet Ernest and felt his warmth, which drowned her and made her unwilling to wake up.

“Ernest...

Florence muttered in a low voice

had opened her eyes, her blurred eyes looked as if she was still immersed in the

she reached out, trying to grab

of a sudden, a knuckled hand was

Florence seemed to finally grab a floating log

the man’s deep and soft voice rang

over in the direction of the voice. Dizzily, she saw Ernest’s

It was him.

It was Ernest.

you come

dropped from her eyes,

Florence’s hand tightly. Reaching out another hand, he wiped

Stop crying. My heart will be broken

long as you’re here,” Florence said like a

grab the man, she sat up on the bed. Reaching

much strength but

won’t leave me again, OK? Don’t leave me

if she

when Ernest wasn’t with her almost had dragged her into

chance, the man held Florence

baby, he said tenderly and dotingly, “Okay. Stop crying, Flory.

“Okay!”

tearful face was full of satisfying

door, when Stanford stepped in,

were hugging each other in the room, a touch of fierceness flashing through his eyes. He was about to rush over and separate them in anger, but he gaped at Florence’s

bright that Stanford couldn’t take another step forward

Florence’s smile already. In the past few weeks, besides arguing with

so rare but

been longing to guard since the first time he met

complicated glance at them. After a long while, he pressed his thin lips, turned around, and walked

felt a bit

seemed to be a good

gone, Benjamin was still

always suffered and sad, be willing to stay

old saying went, the fastest way to forget the old love was