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...

don’t go...” Florence muttered in a low voice

blurred eyes looked as if she

out, trying to grab

sudden, a knuckled hand was approaching her and

finally grab a floating log in

ear, the man’s deep and soft

she saw Ernest’s face which almost made her miss him

It was him.

It was Ernest.

you come here

sobbed. Tears dropped from her eyes, full of

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

Stop crying. My heart will

as long as you’re

to grab the man, she sat up on

have much strength but she hugged him so

you won’t leave me again, OK? Don’t leave me alone again,” Florence begged between

as if she

scared. The darkness when Ernest wasn’t with her almost had dragged her into hell. Even

the chance, the man held Florence in his arms. He patted her

was coaxing a baby, he said tenderly and dotingly, “Okay.

“Okay!”

tearful face was full of

Stanford

shock, he looked at the two who were hugging each other in the room, a touch of fierceness flashing through his eyes. He was about to rush over and

Stanford couldn’t take another

the past few weeks, besides arguing with him, Florence looked worried and

was so rare

Stanford had been longing to guard

at them. After a long while, he pressed

felt a

be a good

Ernest was gone, Benjamin was still there. He could comfort

suffered and sad, be willing

forget the old love was to start with