Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 74

Violette choked back her tears and angrily turned around, storming towards the police station's

entrance.

She didn't sign any papers nor took her phone from Elijah's hands.

After Elijah signed for her, he left the police station too.

On the way home, Elijah handed her the phone, saying in a low voice, "I didn't look through your

phone."

Violette took the phone, breathing heavily, "But now you know what's in it."

Elijah: "Is that important? The photo of your belly."

Violette clenched her teeth, telling herself not to be mad at him.

After all, he was the one who got her phone back.

"Elijah, if I told you that the baby you made me abort wasn't Kaleb's but yours, would you feel guilty?"

Violette asked, gripping her phone.

Elijah turned his head, looking at her.

Her expression was serious, not a hint of joking.

"Was it from the in vitro fertilization?" he asked nervously, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Yes," Violette stared at him, speaking earnestly, "You ended your child's life with your own hands. Do

you regret it?"

She wanted to see him feel remorse, so she'd feel a little better.

She wished he was an emotional man, rather than a money-making machine.

Elijah regarded her with a complex blend of emotions, but despite knowing that his words would shatter

her, he spoke with a calm demeanor, "I don't regret it. That child should never have come into

existence."

She scoffed, "If your parents said that to you, could you still be so calm?"

Elijah: "If they hadn't brought me into this world, I'd thank them. Violette, not everyone likes this world."

She frowned.

He didn't like this world?

Why?

His mother loved him so much, his career was so successful, and he had so many people revolving

around him...

Why was he so negative?

What had he been through?

"Do you have depression?" She couldn't help but analyze his words from a medical perspective,

"Depression can be treated with medication. If you're sick, make sure to seek treatment."

Elijah's expression eased a bit.

"If me being sick would make you less troubled, then let's say I am." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When they got home, it was almost midnight.

Violette returned to her room, her mind in chaos, unable to think about anything.

She collapsed on her bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the dead of night, she had a dream.

She dreamt of the reason behind Elijah's depression.

In the dream, she saw a young Elijah and his father.

His father was a very strict man, with no patience for his mischievous little son.

Young Elijah was beaten with a whip by his father, covered in wounds...

His cries were mournful and miserable.

When she woke up, she was shaking all over.

It was already dawn outside.

Violette sat up, supporting herself with her arms.

"How could his father have possibly harmed him? Even if his father was capable of such cruelty, his

mother would have intervened... Dreams often represent the opposite of reality; he must not have

suffered abuse," Violette murmured, attempting to find solace in her own reassurances.

However, she knew clearly—Elijah's hatred for this world must have come from experiencing

something particularly dark.

He not only despised this world but also didn't want to leave a legacy.

No one is born evil.

She suddenly didn't hate him as much.

It wasn't his fault, nor was it hers—it was fate that tied them together.