Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 550

Elijah's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The doctor quickly changed his tune. "I didn't say she's dead. She might be in temporary shock due to

severe blood loss. Yes, shock."

Elijah's eyelashes quivered slightly. He took a deep breath, tightly holding the woman in his arms,

wishing he could merge her into his body.

After a while, the helicopter landed at a hospital, and Violette was rushed into the emergency room.

Elijah stood outside the emergency room as if he'd hit the pause button on himself. He felt hollow,

physically and emotionally.

What was he supposed to do if something had happened to Violette?

His phone rang, interrupting his sorrowful thoughts. He pulled out his phone, and like a robot, pressed

the answer button.

"How's Violette? I've dealt with Silver King." Mike boasted. "That old fart. I knew he'd try to escape from Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

the back door. I got him as soon as he stepped out."

Elijah's throat bobbed, and he said quietly, "She took a bullet in her arm; she's being treated now."

"Which hospital are you at? I'm coming over now." Mike paused, then asked. "Was she conscious when

you found her?"

Elijah was momentarily unable to answer.

"Speak up." Mike shouted. "Elijah, answer me."

"She must be alive," he said vaguely.

Mike got the message. Violette was either dead or about to die.

"Mike, go home first." Elijah's fingers clenched, and his remaining sanity allowed him to speak calmly.

"The kids are waiting for you at home. Go explain to them."

"Explain? How am I supposed to explain? Tell them their mother is dead?" Mike scoffed coldly. "Why

don't you handle this?."

"She's not dead." Elijah’s last shred of sanity was spent. "I told you she's not dead. She can't be."

...

After a while, the door to the emergency room swung open. A doctor hurried out. "Sir, are you a relative

of the patient?"

Elijah quickly stepped forward. "Yes. I am."

"Is the patient pregnant? There's a slight bulge in her abdomen..." The doctor inquired.

"Yes. She's nearly four months pregnant."

Doctor, "Alright, the situation now is..."

Elijah couldn't help interrupting, "Is she still alive? Tell me, is she still alive?"

Elijah's eyes moistened, and he whispered, "I knew she was still alive..."

"Oh, are you her husband?"

A resolute light flashed in Elijah's eyes. "I am the father of the child."

The doctor was actually asking whose safety should be prioritized, the mother's or the child's.