Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 422

She was pregnant.

Judging by the gestational age on the medical report, she must have conceived on the night Elijah

stabbed himself in the heart.

How ironic.

They were at each other's throats and now she was carrying his baby.

She was at a loss for words, her face a mask of shock.

It reminded her of the pain when she found out she was pregnant with Rita and Ian.

Back then, Elijah was insisting on a divorce.

But now she was financially independent. She could provide for her kids, whether they be one, two, or

three.

Should she tell him about this?

After all, when Sarah miscarried, he blamed her and demanded a child.

Even though they were not in touch anymore, what if he created a ruckus over this in the future?

Mike noticed her panicked expression out of the corner of his eye and hurried over to peek at her

phone.

She quickly pressed the power button and the screen went black.

"Is your medical report okay? You look kinda freaked out." Mike tried to grab her phone, but she

dodged him.

"I'm fine, just a bit anemic." She made up an excuse, "Oh, I can't go to the office this afternoon, got

something to do."

She planned to go to the hospital for another check-up to confirm the results.

Mike, puzzled, asked, "What's up?"

"Something private. You keep your secrets, I keep mine." She replied.

"I don't have any secrets!" Mike retorted.

"Well, I do. So I can't tell you right now." Violette spoke calmly.

"When can you tell me then?" Mike asked.

The elevator doors opened, and Violette strode out,

"When I feel like it."

Mike quickly asked, "Violette, you're not going to see Elijah, are you? If he could stab himself this time,

next time he might stab you." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Violette felt a chill run down her spine at his words,

"I won't go see him."

"Good! As long as you don't go see him, I don't care about the rest." Mike said, relieved.

Violette shot back, "Even if I did, you couldn't do anything about it, right?"

Mike furrowed his eyebrows.

"I was just kidding! What are we eating?" Violette tugged at his arm, "Let's eat something light! Did the

doctor tell you not to drink because of your digestive system or liver problem?"

She successfully distracted Mike.

"I'm perfectly healthy!" Mike claimed.

"Then how about we grab a few drinks?" Violette asked.

Mike had to admit, "I have a bit of a stomach issue. Many people do."

"Got it! Where are you going this afternoon? I can drop you off!" Mike said.

"No need. I'll take a cab." Violette said.

Mike didn't press further.

After lunch, they parted ways outside the restaurant. Coոtent оf

Then she opened her medical report again to confirm the results.

, unless the lab technician mixed up the samples.

But that was highly unlikely in modern medical procedures.

She took a deep breath, her hand gently resting on her belly.