My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 644: Annoying Three Methods

Ernest slightly raised his eyebrows. Obviously, he was quite surprised.

Stanford’s face was darkened directly. He snapped, “I dare you to come again!”

Collin couldn’t help shivering.

He didn’t have the guts to repeat what he said just now at all.

He explained in a weak tone, “The genetic disease in the Turner family was a weird disease from our ancestors. It could be only cured by the mating of descendants. Since giving birth to the later generation could cure the disease completely, mating would relieve the impact as well...”

“Shut the fuck up!” Stanford roared in anger. He was so furious that he wanted to throw a punch on Colin.

Collin’s mouth corners kept twitching. It was indeed difficult to be a doctor. He just told the truth, but his life was in danger.

“Hmm... What’s going on?”

Florence was woken up by their voices. She looked at the three men dizzily.

She just took a nap, wondering why Stanford would want to kill Collin so suddenly. What had happened?

Stanford instantly stiffed. He put away his fist in difficulty. Pressing his thin lips, he tried his best to hold back his anger.

With an extremely awkward look, he answered, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? Why did you want to hit Collin?”

Florence frowned in confusion. Her gaze swept among the three men continuously. She didn’t believe it at all.

Stanford’s eyes twinkling. He felt annoyed, guilty.

He wouldn’t want Florence to know about the fact. Otherwise, she would become extremely determined to go to find the herbs with them.

However, according to Collin’s words, if Florence wouldn’t go with them, once Ernest’s disease broke up, it would be quite troublesome.

Stanford was unwilling to let his younger sister become Ernest’s antidote. He couldn’t help cursing inwardly.

“Stanford, what on earth has happened?”

Florence became more confused. She sobered up and was about to stand up from the sofa.

Stanford stiffed, looking more awkward.

He didn’t know how to answer Florence’s question.

While Stanford was in a dilemma, Ernest strode over to Florence. He bent over, lifted her, and carried her in his arms.

Florence was shocked while suddenly being lifted. By instinct, she wrapped her arms around Ernest’s neck.

She gaped at him. “What... what are you doing?”

“Go on sleeping. I’m sending you back.”

As he spoke, Ernest walked out with Florence in his arms.

Nestling in his arms, Florence smelt his breath and blushed unconsciously.

Her eyes twinkled. She asked, “Have you finished your discussion?”

They hadn’t.

Ernest pressed his lips. He said naturally, “You should go to bed now.”

They could have another discussion later.

Looking at his overbearing face, Florence felt warmth in her heart. She felt so happy and sweet.

She was also worried.

She said in a weak tone, “I’m just fine...”

“We’ve almost finished our discussion. Just go back and sleep, Flory,” Stanford interrupted Florence in a hurry.

No matter what, Florence shouldn’t hear what they hadn’t discussed yet.

As thinking of that, Stanford cast a complicated glance at Ernest. They were discussing something that could benefit Ernest, but he was even willing to interrupt Florence from overhearing it.

Stanford realized that Ernest was somewhat gentlemanly.

Ernest was indeed not a scumbag.

All of a sudden, Stanford liked Ernest for some reason.

As Stanford told her that they had done the discussion, although Florence was still a bit confused, she still let Ernest carry her back.

They soon left the room.

At the same time, another figure was trying to sneak out secretly from the door...

“Stop.”

Stanford stared daggers at him.

Collin, who was bowing and sneaking out, stiffed.

He turned around slowly with a flattery smile. “Stanford, haven’t we done the discussion? I still have something to deal with. I should leave now.”

He wanted to escape here and run as far as he could.

Stanford still stared daggers at him coldly.

“Except that Florence and Ernest can do that kind of thing, are there any other methods?”

Ernest’s disease would break out unpredictably. If that happened, Florence must be willing to do anything for Ernest.

However, before they could be sure whether Ernest could survive, Stanford didn’t have the heart to wrong his younger sister in that way.

Collin looked at Stanford, hesitating.

After a long while, he answered, “Stanford, in fact in this era, it often happened that an unmarried couple would have sex. It’s normal for two in love.”

He implied that Stanford didn’t need to worry about it at all.

Stanford’s face was darkened again. He clenched his hand tightly, trying his best effort to suppress the impulse to beat Collin to death. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

In his opinion, once a man and a woman hadn’t married, they shouldn’t have sex. As long as they had sex, they must be responsible for each other.

He didn’t agree to any single word that Collin said.

“Cut the crap. I asked if there are any other methods,” Stanford roared irritably.

Collin felt depressed.

He hesitated for a short while and answered, “Well, there should be three methods.”

Upon hearing it, Stanford was delighted. Since there were three methods, Florence wouldn’t need to sacrifice herself.

Collin continued calmly, “First -- when Ernest’s disease broke up, send him another woman from the Fraser family.”

Stanford’s temples popped.

Obviously, it wasn’t a method at all.

“Next!”

“The second one -- before we’ve found Magnolia Liliiflora, ensure Ernest’s disease wouldn’t break out. After finding Magnolia Liliiflora, I can use it to restraint of his condition.”

After a pause, Collin added, “But we must pay special attention. Before that, Ernest can’t have sex. Otherwise, he must have it every evening.”

“Go fuck yourself!” Stanford cursed him irritably, wishing he could tear off Collin’s mouth.

He couldn’t believe that Collin was the legendary doctor -- Collin couldn’t cure Ernest and couldn’t have a certain remedy.

What if Ernest’s disease would break out before they had found Magnolia Liliiflora? It was truly possible.

Hence, Collin’s resolution didn’t sound secure at all.

With a darkened face, Stanford asked, “What’s the last method?”

Collin pressed his lips, looking quite solemn.

He said, stressing each syllable, “Well... Out of sight, out of mind. Let Ernest die as soon as possible.”

Stanford was speechless.

How could it be a method?

Except for the second one that might be fluky, Stanford believed that Collin’s other two so-called methods were just bullshit.

So was the second one.

His face was totally darkened, daring at Collin fiercely and sharply.

“You do have a death wish, don’t you?”

How dare Collin trick him!

Collin shook his head innocently. “I was explaining the three methods to you. Stanford, don’t come over... Help...”

He ran away in fear.

He didn’t think the man chasing him a human, but a ghost.

With Florence in his arms, Ernest walked to her courtyard steadily.

Her courtyard was distant from the room. Nestling in his arms, Florence felt it was even cozier than staying in bed.

She stared at him obsessively and asked uneasily, “Ernest, what’s your decision?”

Would he take her with him?