Chapter 598: Infertility


    His gaze fell on Ernest’s left arm, where a stream of blood was running down the sleeve of his white


    shirt.


    He snorted coldly, “So, in order to stay here longer, you kept injuring yourself on purpose?”


    Ernest looked down at the back of his hand, but he looked unconcerned about his wounds.


    He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and casually wiped the blood on his arm. He said coldly,


    “This small wound will heal faster than the others even if it tears for another ten times.”


    Hence, this wound wouldn’t dy the time for the other wounds to heal.


    In addition, he didn’t intentionally injure himself in order to slow down the recovery speed.


    Stanford’s face became gloomier than before. An unpleasant look appeared on his face.


    He snorted coldly and moved his eyes away from Ernest.


    The actual fact was Ernest sincerely hoped that Florence could sleep morefortably in bed so he


    didn’t mind to tear his wound. Hence, Ernest really did not injure himself on purpose.


    His behavior vividly showed how he cared for Florence.


    However, this little thing was not enough to change Stanford’s mind.


    Stanford looked at Ernest and said, “I know what you sent someone to do, but you don’t need do so. I


    will find Phoebe, so you don’t need to intervene in this matter.”


    Not surprisingly, Ernest did not agree with what Stanford said.


    He said, “Many hands make light work, so we can find her faster.”


    After a pause, Ernest continued, “Also, I’m looking for Phoebe because I’m doing it for Florence.”


    Phoebe was Florence’s best friend. If anything happened to Phoebe, Florence would be devastated.


    Furthermore, this matter was rted to Florence, so she would me herself and felt guilty about it. He


    didn’t want Florence to have these burdens in her heart.


    Stanford was taken aback when he heard this. He was slightly surprised that Ernest did everything for


    the sake of Florence and prioritized her no matter what.


    Florence was the same. She was willing to give everything for the sake of Ernest.


    However, Stanford couldn’t understand this kind of feeling between them.


    Stanford looked at Ernest deeply. He hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, “Ernest, in fact,


    you don’t have to do so much at all. With your credit for saving Florence, the Fraser family will


    unconditionally support you to be the head of the Turner family. Moreover, we will allow you to


    marry a woman from the Fraser family. Hence, there’s nothing for you to worry in the future. Compared


    to marrying Florence, letting go now is the best choice because you will get more benefits.”


    Stanford looked at Ernest seriously as he analyzed the situation earnestly.


    This was an analysis from him, and also a piece of advice to Ernest.


    He and his parents disagreed their marriage. If Ernest insisted on being together with Florence, it would


    only bring great loss to him.


    He, the savior of Florence, would lose the support from the Fraser family. Moreover, he would lose the


    opportunity to sit firmly in the position of the head of the Turner family.


    For a superior, a businessman, this deal was not cost-effective.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    If it was for Benjamin, he would definitely agree to this condition without hesitation.


    However, Ernest’s expression did not change at all. He looked at Stanford with a serious expression


    and said, “For me, it doesn’t matter to lose the position of the head of the Turner family. I just want to


    be with Florence.”


    He said in an indifferent tone, but it expressed how absolute and firm he was.


    Stanford’s eyes squinted. He didn’t expect Ernest to say such words.


    And it seemed like the words were said from the bottom of his heart.


    Surprisingly, Ernest actually felt that Florence was way more important than being the head of the


    Turner family. So now he preferred the beauty, but not his sess?


    Or, did he actually want them both?


    But there was no such a good deal.


    Stanford’s eyes got dimmer as he looked at Ernest, he spoke word by word in a cold voice, “Mr.


    Hawkins, you seemed to have forgotten that you took Benjamin’s medicine. Hence, you will be infertile


    and can’t have children for the rest of your life.”


    Ernest’s gaze darkened immediately.


    Stanford continued, “The Turner family has always prioritized the purity of the bloodline. They insisted


    to have a biological son to inherit the position of the head of the family. If they knew that you are


    infertile, even without Benjamin, you willpletely lose the position as the heir of the Turner family.”


    An infertile person was equivalent to a useless person in the Turner family.


    “Furthermore.”


    Stanford said word by word, which were sharp to the extreme, “Flory still has a long way to go, she


    wants to live a life with children surrounding her. But now, you couldn’t give her a life like that anymore.


    Even if you insist, I’ll still disagree with it. You will let her have nothing in life and suffer loneliness in her


    old age.”


    Ernest’s face was somewhat gloomy, and his gaze was dark as he looked at Stanford.


    “What makes you so sure that I am destined to have no children in my life?”


    Stanford’s face changed suddenly and he immediately realized something.


    He asked eagerly, “What do you mean?”


    “I did drink the medicine, but it is unknown that how many percent of effects had been exerted into my


    body. We’ll wait for the verification results of Collin toe out. Till then we’ll know whether I still can


    have children or not.”


    Ernest exined in a low voice.


    As he spoke, his hands were casually inserted into his trouser pockets. They were clenched into fists,


    revealing his nervousness about this matter.


    Stanford looked at Ernest with aplicated expression. Stanford hadn’t known that there was this


    matter.


    He didn’t know that the medicine Ernest drank didn’t have a hundred percent effect in his body.


    This gave the originally deadlocked situation a hint of hope.


    But there was also 80% of possibility that he would be infertile,


    Stanford stared sharply at Ernest and asked, “If the result of the verification is that you will be infertile


    for the rest of your life, what will you do? Be with Florence so that she can’t have a child, or leave her?”


    It was a sharp question, which hit his soul directly.


    Even Ernest had never thought about this kind of hypothetical question.


    He never wanted to leave Florence.


    But if he would be infertile for the rest of his life, was he going to drag Florence to bear this suffering


    together with him?


    Ernest’s brows were tightly knitted together and his gaze was very deep.


    His voice was very hoarse and he said word by word, “I will tell you the answer once the results are


    out.”


    After saying that with a sullen face, he walked towards the study with big steps.


    Stanford stood on there, looking at Ernest with a cold, deep and dangerous gaze.


    When Florence woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceilings.


    She quickly realized that this was the room where Ernest slept!


    But didn’t she stay with Ernest in the studyst night?


    How did shee to the bedroom?


    Where was Ernest?


    Florence had a lot of things in her mind. She no longer felt drowsy. She stretched out her hand to lift


    the quilt and was about to sit up.


    As soon as she moved, she unexpectedly felt something pressed against her body.


    It was warm and felt like an arm.


    She froze for a sec, turned her head to see, and she was surprised to see that there was an extremely


    handsome face right beside her.


    It was Ernest.


    He seemed to have just woken up. His eyes still looked a little sleepy and blurred. He stared straight at


    her.