My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 371

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.

Much to his surprise, he had been sent to the hospital.

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

His time was so valuable that he wouldn’t waste it in the hospital.

“Mr. Hawkins, you are awake!”

At the door, seeing Ernest wake up, Timothy walked in excitedly. “Mr. Hawkins, what do you want? You can’t get off the bed now. Please let me do it for you.”

Ignoring Timothy’s words, Ernest got off the bed directly.

After a single glance, he found the closet in the ward. He strode over, opened the closet, and took out a black suit.

He wanted to put it on.

It wasn’t until now did Timothy understand what Ernest was doing. It seemed Ernest was leaving the hospital as soon as he had woken up.

Mrs. Hawkins had repeatedly told Timothy to stop her grandson from leaving the hospital.

Timothy immediately rushed over 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 go back to lie down on the sickbed.”

Ernest frowned. He uttered two words in a cold tone, “Fuck off.”

Timothy stiffed for a moment, feeling a chill rising from his soles.

He had been working for Ernest for so many years, so he knew Ernest very well. Now Ernest was at the edge of fury, if Timothy kept stopping him, Timothy would definitely be doomed.

His reason told Timothy that he must make the way instead of blocking Ernest’s way.

However, 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 emergency room.

Timothy didn’t know much about Ernest’s healthy. No matter how one overworked, he shouldn’t have vomited blood, should he?