My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 956: Over a Month

He ordered, "Timothy, get an absolutely trustworthy doctor over here immediately. It needs to be a female gynecologist."

"Yes, Mr. Fraser."

On the other end of the phone, Timothy hung up with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Why did he suddenly need a female gynecologist?

What was going on?

"Boss, our spies planted in the Fraser family have a lead."

A black-clad bodyguard hurried in and held a laptop computer, which was connected.

Timothy had been ordered to track down Alexander's current situation. He used a number of tactics, and only now was he finally getting a lead.

He immediately turned to another subordinate of his and instructed

"Send an absolutely trustworthy to Mr. Hawkins immediately. It has to be one of ours. Wait, remember it should be a female doctor specializing in obstetrics and gynecology."

After instructing, Timothy went over to the computer and started a video call. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

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"Dad..."

"Dad, don't, don't hurt my dad."

"Dad! Dad!"

With a terrified scream, Florence sat up violently from the bed. She looked panicked and scared, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Her vision was blurred and there were even teardrops glistening in the corners of her eyes.

She was scared and sad at the same time.

"Florence, it's just a nightmare. It's all right. It's okay."

Ernest pressed his broad palm against Florence's shoulder and patted her back gently with his other hand to smooth her.

It was then that Florence saw Ernest, looking disdraught.

"Ernest, my father..."

Florence's nose twitched and she could no longer hold back her tears, "It's not a nightmare. Is my dad ..."

The more Florence said it, the more she choked up and breathed hard.

She came back to the Fraser family not long ago, but she had grown very attached to her parents and had a great deal of respect and love for Alexander.

She hadn't enjoy the family love for long, but now she was going to lose them?

It was a devastating blow.

Florence's heart was so full of pain just thinking about Alexander. It was as if a knif was stabbing her heart.

"Florence, listen to me. Your father is fine. He was saved by Collin and is out of danger now."

Ernest increased his voice and said word for word.

The words seemed to be forced into Florence's ears, forcing her to hear him.

Florence froze, and her teary eyes twinkled. She hurriedly grabbed Ernest and asked in a trembling voice.

"Really? Are you telling the truth?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

Ernest's reply was an affirmation.

Florence's heart, which had almost been torn apart, was suddenly relieved. She couldn't help it, then covered her mouth and cried out in pain.

But it was a cry of joy and a cry of lost and found.

Alexander was all right, alive and well.

It was fine that he was alive.

Ernest wrapped his arms around her and patted her back gently and patiently with his big hands.

He whispered, "Hey there, don't cry. You can't cry too much right now."

"I'm ... I'm happy."

Florence choked up. Her face was full of tears, yet she smiled.

After calming herself down, Florence hurriedly asked again.

"So how is my dad doing? Is he badly hurt?"

Ernest replied patiently, "Your father dodged quickly and the bullet scratched his heart. Collin arrived and saved him. He is now recovering at the Fraser family. You can trust Collin's medical skills. Your father will recover soon."

To Collin, as long as the patient was still alive, he could cure him.

With him by Alexander's side, there was no need to worry about Alexander's injuries, except that he would need to lie down and suffer a little while he recuperated.

But he was alive and well.

Florence nodded heavily, and realizing something else, she asked with delight.

"So, Collin and my brother and the others are all back with the Fraser family safely?"

"Yes."

With that, Ernest added, "They're all safe and sound and unharmed."

The weight on Florence's heart was finally completely gone.

She was so happy that the taut string in her body snapped, and she fell down feebly at once.

Ernest hastily pulled her into his arms and his brow furrowed.

Nervously and uneasily, he asked.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well again?"

Florence ran out of strength and just leaned lazily into Ernest's arms.

She shook her head, "It's alright. I'm fine."

"Ernest, is the situation better now? I want to go back and see Dad. Can you arrange that?"

Although he had a narrow escape, he had been shot in the heart and was badly wounded.

She wanted to go back to look after him and be by his side.

Ernest pursed his lips and his eyes darkened, "I'm afraid I can't right now."

Florence also knew that although he now had some initiative, Theodore was powerful and was watching over him at all times.

Had she left the small building, she would inevitably not have been so safe and could easily have been ambushed and gotten into accidents.

By then, she would drag Ernest down with her when she was in danger.

Florence was a little lost but nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay. I'm not going back."

Ernest could see what Florence was thinking. She was looking out for the bigger picture and doing it for his sake.

His heart ached for her even more.

He pulled her to look at him, looking extra serious and tense.

"Florence, I have something to tell you."

Florence blinked in confusion at the serious look on Ernest's face.

What was it that needed to be so formal?

Ernest subconsciously tensed his body and gripped Florence's shoulders tightly with both hands.

He took a deep breath, then said word by word.

"You're pregnant."

"What?"

Florence was stunned as her eyes widened, and for a moment, she couldn't react to what Ernest meant by that.

Pregnant?

The news had come so suddenly that she couldn't believe it.

She stared down at her flat belly and said stiffly.

"Ernest, you're not lying to me, are you?"

How could she dare to believe it when she woke up with a baby in her belly?

What was more, she felt that Ernest had made it up to make her worry less about Alexander and shed tears, so he had lied to her.

Ernest smiled dotingly and gently put his broad palm on Florence's belly.

His tone was extraordinarily gentle and kind.

"It's been over a month. Presumably, the baby was conceived on the day we were in the treasure vault."