Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 9

Last time she got checked, there were no signs of two babies. But who would've thought that just a

week later, she'd be carrying twins in her belly?

Violette was sitting on a bench in the hallway, holding her ultrasound results, zoning out.

The doctor told her that the chances of having twins were very low.

If she were to abort this pregnancy, she might never have twins again.

Violette couldn't help but bitterly laugh. All of this was caused by the Bourne family's private doctor.

They never told her they wanted her to have twins when they implanted the fertilized eggs.

Maybe in their eyes, she had always been just a baby-making machine for the Bourne family.

Last week, she suddenly started bleeding, and thought she got her period. After explaining, the Bourne

family's doctor thought it was because the egg implantation failed. Then Elijah woke up, planning to

divorce her, so the Bourne family's doctor never contacted her again.

Now, it was up to her to decide whether to have the baby or not.

After sitting in the hospital for over an hour, her phone rang.

She took out her phone, got up, and walked out of the hospital.

"Violette, your dad is dying! Hurry home now!" Her mom's anxious voice came through the phone.

Violette froze. Her dad was in trouble? How could this happen?

She knew that her dad had been hospitalized after fainting due to work stress, and he couldn't even

attend her wedding.

But she never expected his condition to worsen so much.

Violette's mind was a mess.

She didn't have a good relationship with her dad because of his infidelity, and she would never forgive

him.

But hearing the news of his critical condition still hurt.

When she arrived at the Dennis family's home, she found the living room in chaos.

Albina took her inside the master bedroom.

Blake was lying on the bed, barely breathing, his eyes slightly squinted. Seeing Violette, he weakly

lifted his arm.

"Dad, why didn't you go to the hospital when you got sick?" Violette held her dad's cold hand, her eyes

instantly welling up with tears.

Alexa sneered, "Easier said than done! We don't have the money to treat your dad!"

Violette looked up at her, "Didn't you get some money from the Bourne family?! Why didn't you use it to

treat my dad?!"

Alexa snorted, "That money was used to pay off debts! Do you know how much your dad's company

owes? Violette, don't think I'm taking advantage of you! Besides, your dad's beyond help! It's better for

him to die sooner rather than suffer more!"

After saying these words, Alexa left the bedroom cold-heartedly.

Sabrina didn't follow her.

After all, Blake was her biological father, and he had always taken care of her. She didn't want to lose

him either.

"Dad, don't be mad at mom. She doesn't want to treat you because we don't have enough money."

Sabrina stood by the bed, her eyes filled with tears. "Dad, I wish you could get better..."

Blake didn't seem to hear Sabrina's words.

His eyes were full of tears. He looked at Violette and trembled, speaking softly, "Violette...my good

girl...Dad's sorry, for you and your mom...In the next life, I'll make it up to you..."

Suddenly, his grip on her hand loosened.

The room filled with the sound of sobbing.

Violette's heart ached.

In just one night, her world had turned upside down.

She was married, pregnant, and her father had died.

Even though she still felt like a child inside, life had pushed her to the edge.

On the day of the funeral, it was drizzling.

The Dennis family was in a bad state, and not many people attended the funeral.

After the funeral, Alexa invited relatives to the hotel.

The crowd dispersed, and

in an instant, only Albina and Violette were left in the cemetery.

"Mom, do you hate dad?" Violette looked at her dad's tombstone, her eyes stinging.

Albina replied softly, "Yes, I hate him. Even if he's dead, I'll never forgive him."

Violette asked, puzzled, "Then why were you crying?"

Albina sighed, "Because I once loved him. Violette, emotions are complicated. It's not just love or hate;

sometimes it's a mix of both."

That night, Violette dragged her tired body back to Elijah's mansion.

It had only been three days since Blake's death and the funeral.

She hadn't returned to the Bourne family during those days.

Nobody from the Bourne family contacted her either.

She didn't tell anyone from the Bourne family about her father's death, and h

er relationship with Elijah was as cold as ice.

As she stepped into the front yard, she saw the mansion brightly lit, with the living room full of people.

Everyone was dressed up, holding wine glasses, and chatting happily.

She hesitated for a moment.

"Madam!" Lacey saw her and immediately came out to greet her.

Probably because her face was so cold and miserable compared to the lively atmosphere in the living

room, Lacey's smile froze, and she didn't know what to say.

"It's raining outside; come in first!" Lacey took her arm and led her into the living room.

Violette was wearing a black trench coat, revealing her slender, fair legs. She wore black low-heeled

leather shoes.

Her aura was cold and distant, completely different from her usual style.

Lacey handed her a pair of pink fluffy slippers.

She changed her shoes and glanced at the living room unintentionally.

Elijah's guests were openly staring at her with meaningful gazes, like tourists in a zoo looking at the

animals in cages.

Their eyes were bold and rude.

Violette looked at Elijah, who sat in the middle of the sofa, with the same gaze.

He held a lit cigarette between his fingers, smoke swirling around his indifferent face, making it seem

unreal.

The reason she looked at him was that a woman was sitting beside him.

This woman had beautiful long dark hair, wore a tight white dress, and had a delicate makeup on her

face.

Her body was pressed tightly against Elijah, her fingers pinching a lady's cigarette.

It was obvious that she and Elijah had a special relationship.

Violette's gaze lingered on the woman for a few seconds and then frowned slightly.

"Are you Violette?" The woman stood up from the sofa and walked gracefully to Violette's side. "I heard

that you are the wife that Grace found for Elijah. Grace has good taste, you look pretty good, just a little

bit small... Oh, I don't mean you're young, I mean your figure..."

Violette smiled slightly, "You're beautiful, curvy, and better than me in every aspect... When will Elijah

marry you?"

Her plain words immediately made the woman tremble with anger.

"Violette! Where did you get the nerve to talk to me like that? Do you know how many years I've been

with Elijah? Even if you're his wife, I can slap you now and he won't help you!" With that, the woman

raised her arm.

There was a crisp sound in the living room!

Violette picked up a bottle of high-end red wine from the table and smashed it on the coffee table!

The bright red liquid splashed all over, flowing down the edge of the table and onto the carpet.

Violette's eyes were filled with ruthlessness, her fingers tightly gripping the wine bottle, pointing the

sharp broken bottle at the arrogant woman.

"You want to hit me, huh? Come on! If you dare to touch me, I'll kill you!" She approached the woman

with the wine bottle in hand.

Everyone present was stunned.

They had originally thought that the young lady of the Dennis family was low-key and introverted, but

they didn't expect her to have such a fierce side!

Elijah's eyes were sharp, and his thin lips exhaled a smoke ring.

His gaze was fixed on Violette's hurt but determined face.