My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 632 Florence’s Resolution

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. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

But in fact, he should be the one to be abandoned.

Ernest felt bitter in his mouth and mixed emotions flickered in his eyes. When he looked into her eyes, all the sadness and bitter in his heart became strong and twisted threads, entangling him with her tightly.

“Florence, three years is short.”

Ernest opened his palm slowly and then closed it gently, holding Florence’s little cold hand tightly.

Three years was short, but he wanted to be with her forever till death did they part.

Since now, every minute and every second was transitory and precious.

Feeling Ernest’s hand holding hers tightly, Florence finally took a breath of relief.

Nothing else mattered as long as he accepted her company.

She had no fears any more.

Florence held Ernest’s hand tightly and spoke in a tearful yet firm voice, “We can do a lot of things in three years. We can stay together for 24 hours every day. We can travel together to see the ocean and the grassy plain. We can do all the things that most people didn’t find time to do in their all life, okay?”

They would do all of them and have no regret.

Ernest looked at Florence with mixed feeling. His heart was heavy but he couldn’t tell his feelings.

Should he stay with her for three years, doing all the happy things, and then leave her alone in the world, letting her spend the rest of her life with memories?

It would be cruel.

But after witnessing what Florence had done for him, it was impossible for him to let her go. He only got three years to be with her. How could he refuse to spend the last three years with her?

If she couldn’t forget him and start a new relationship after he died, she couldn’t even get those happy memories.

Ernest had never expected that one day he would eager to be alive desperately but couldn’t make it.

He held her hand tightly and pressed his thin lips but he didn’t speak, remaining silent.

He couldn’t refuse her but he didn’t know how to reply.

Florence stared at him determinedly.

She was shocked and drown in sorrow at the beginning, and was still trying to calm herself down, but she was sure that she must be with Ernest whatever happened.

No matter it would be three year, three months or three days.

As for the future ….

Florence felt a sharp pain in his heart simply by imaging the future without Ernest.

Stanford looked at both of them gravely.

Under such circumstances, Florence still had no intention to give up on Ernest.

There was no future if you only got three years to live!

Stanford scolded Florence coldly, “Flory, don’t be nonsense! Have you considered what you should do when he dies in three years?”

Live the rest of your life with memories?

A flicker of emotion showed in Florence’s eyes. She didn’t think of it. She didn’t dare to imagine it. But at the moment, an idea flashed in her mind – Die together with Ernest.

She would go to the next world with Ernest and be reunited with him there.

But she wouldn’t tell anyone else about her idea.

She gritted her teeth and said in a soft voice, “No matter it is now or three years later, my life would be hell without Ernest.”

Her eyes were lit up with resolution.

Stanford was panic looking at her eyes.

He unconsciously clenched his fist tightly, feeling hopeless.

He had hoped that Florence would take her relationship with Ernest easy in front of death. As long as she showed any hesitation, he would take her away from Ernest by force.

But she didn’t hesitate at all.