Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 552

She was totally gobsmacked. If it wasn't for the wound on her arm, she would have probably bolted

upright from the bed.

"What husband? I'm not married. No one has the right to decide the life or death of my child."

She was so worked up that the doctor quickly apologized, "Ms. Dennis, I'm sorry. Mr. Bourne didn't Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

claim to be your husband, he said he was the father of the child."

"Even if he is the father, he doesn't have that right." Violette lost control, and tears were rolling down

her cheeks.

Elijah had been keeping vigil at the hospital all night. This morning, Elisa came to relieve him so he

could get some rest. She shouldn't have disturbed him, but seeing Violette's state, she had to call him.

After Elisa called Elijah, Mike pushed the door open and walked into the room. "Violette, you're finally

awake." Mike sat down by the bed and wiped her tears with a tissue. "Don't cry anymore. Elijah and I

think alike - you are definitely more important than the baby. If we lose the baby, we can always have

another. But if we lose you, we lose everything."

Violette pushed his hand away.

"I know you're feeling physically and mentally awful right now. But this time, Elijah wasn't wrong. He

hasn't had a moment's rest since he rushed here to save you. He only breathed a sigh of relief when

the doctors told him you were still alive."

Mike had a newfound respect for Elijah after this incident, so he couldn't help but defend him.

After Mike's reminder, she remembered what had happened a few days ago. She muttered softly but

choked up and couldn't continue.

She had hurt Adrian, made Elijah and Mike run around for her, and she also owed it to the unborn child

in her belly. The situation had escalated to this point, and it was all her fault.

"Violette, you don't need to blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you." Mike took her cold hand.

"You just need to take care of your health now. Once you're discharged, we'll go back to A Country."

She just stared blankly, her gaze unfocused, not sure if she heard what Mike said.

"Violette, shall I call the doctor to give you an IV drip? You still have two bottles of medicine to finish

today." Mike coaxed.

She shook her head in refusal.

"Alright, when Elijah arrives, you guys can have a good chat." Mike sat by the bed, quietly keeping her

company.

After a while, Elijah arrived.

"Violette, he's here." Mike gave her a heads-up, then got up and stepped out.

As the door closed behind him, Elijah walked over to the bed.

Violette looked at his familiar yet haggard face, and tears rolled down her cheeks again.

"I only want the one in my belly." As Violette cried out, she clutched his hand tightly. She wanted him to

feel her heartache.

Looking at her, Elijah felt guilty. "I'm sorry. It was poor judgement on my part. At the time, I was afraid

you were in pain, so..."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I'm not a good father." He spoke guiltily. Perhaps because the baby hadn't been born

yet, he hadn't fully considered it as real life.