My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 632

Darkness was enveloping both Ernest and Florence as if it was going to swallow both of them.

The entire hall was plunged into gloom as if it was obscured by thick and black clouds and the storm was brewing.

It was depressing and gloomy.

All the people from the Turner family looked at Ernest with mixed feelings while sighing in heart.

Even Theodore was shocked and looked at Ernest with a pale face.

Even though he didn’t like Ernest, but he was his only grandson. Even if he was deprived of the right to be the heir, he could have been alive and lived the rest of his life in peace.

Unfortunately….

The scene when he met Jennifer for the last time flashed into Theodore’s mind. At that time, she was at her twenties but she escaped from the Turner family and him. And then, she died of the genetic disease before reaching her thirty.

She should have been the best heir of the Turner family.

Her son inherited her pure blood and also should be the perfect future patriarch of the Turner family.

However, Jennifer escaped and refused to be married to the son of the Fraser family while Ernest fell in love with Florence by colossal accident. It should have been a happy ending, but Ernest turned out to be infertile because of Benjamin.

He couldn’t have children so he was useless.

In Theodore’s all life, he had never imagined that his daughter and grandson, the two closest family members to him, would be dead before himself.

And that who should be the heir of the Turner family became a difficult problem.

Theodore looked weak and weary as if he got ten years older in a moment.

Stanford’s eyes grew dark and grave. He stood up, tall and strong, and came to Florence.

He reached out his hand and patted on Florence’s shoulder gently.

“Flory, you shouldn’t have been with him. It doesn’t work out between you two. Let it go and let me take you home.”

Florence got stiffened all of a sudden and stopped crying, leaving the tears on her cheeks.

Let it go?

She looked toward Ernest’s hands on his lap.

He had held her with his hands.

But now ….

Florence reached out her hand suddenly and grabbed Ernest’s hand tightly.

She stared at him tearfully yet firmly, with passion in her eyes.

She chocked up but declared loudly, “No matter there will be children or not, no matter you have three years or decades left, I will be with you forever!” He died, she died.

Ernest’s black pupils dilated, with light flashed in his eyes.

He pressed his thin lips tightly and stared at her with his intense eyes, looking gloomy and still.

His hand, held by Florence, was stiffened and cold, and he didn’t hold her hand.

Florence felt her heart was pierced by a nail, feeling badly hurt and extremely panic.

She would persist whatever difficulties she was going to face, but she was afraid that Ernest would give up.

She anxiously held his hand more tightly, and continued with a shaking and nervous voice, “Ernest, three years, we still have three years left! I’ll be with you all the time. I’ll be there whatever you want to do. We could travel around the world to look for doctors. Perhaps, perhaps there will be a traditional yet unknown treatment that can cure you.”

“As long as we are together, we can’t give up, okay?”

She gazed at Ernest firmly with fear.

She was so painful and scared that she was going to break down. She was the most vulnerable and weakest one, but she tried so hard to comfort him.

Wholeheartedly, she was caring for him and insisted that she would stay with him.

She was afraid that he would let her go and abandon her.