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...

muttered in a low voice on the

eyes, her blurred eyes looked as if she was still immersed in the dream, unable

reached out, trying to grab

a sudden, a knuckled hand was approaching

was big with warmth. Florence seemed to finally grab a floating log

ear, the man’s deep and soft voice rang out,

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

It was him.

It was Ernest.

you come here until

sobbed. Tears dropped from

man was taken aback for a moment. Then he gripped Florence’s hand tightly. Reaching out another

crying. My heart will be

cry as long as you’re here,” Florence

sat up on the bed. Reaching out,

but she hugged him so

again, OK? Don’t

pitiful as if she was a

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

Florence in

a baby, he said tenderly and dotingly, “Okay. Stop

“Okay!”

tearful face was full

when Stanford

flashing through

was too bright that Stanford couldn’t take another step forward

how long he hadn’t seen Florence’s smile already. In the past few weeks, besides arguing with him, Florence looked worried

smile was so rare

been longing to guard since the

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

a

seemed to be a good

was

always suffered and sad, be willing

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