"I'll have someone watch the hospital 24/7." The chief said, then changed the topic, "I heard your girlfriend's pregnant, congrats man!"
"I'm not a fan of kids." Elijah's face darkened, and his tone turned cold, "Let me know the minute there's progress in the case."
The director nodded, "Sure thing. How's Ms. Dennis doing? She was pretty upset yesterday, is she better today?"
Elijah's eyes dimmed. He got up from the sofa and strode away. He couldn't answer that question.
Last night, he had reached the door of the operating room, but because of his mother's phone call, he didn't push it open in the end.
Sarah's pregnancy had become a tough issue in his heart. He couldn't face it, so he couldn't face Violette even more.
In the hospital room, Violette slowly woke up after sleeping all afternoon. Before the grief could flood her mind, Ian's voice came first, "Mom, I'll go to any school you want me to in the future."
Then, Rita's soft and hoarse voice came, "Mom, I'll be really well-behaved in the future too. Can you get better soon?"
Rita had been crying, so, her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.
Violette immediately sat up and held both children's hands.
"Mom's fine. I was just too tired, so I took a nap." She said, getting out of bed, "Let's go home!"
As she stood up, Mike rushed over and gave her a hug.
"Violette, you still have two children, and me. I'll never betray you. As long as you need me, I'll never leave you." Mike said.
Mike was rarely so calm and serious.
"Why?" Makayla's bright eyes were clear and confused.
Lacey felt very sad. She thought of Violette experiencing the pain of losing her mother, and Elijah guarding outside her house, wanting to see her but unable to.
"Because of your illness. Dr. Sarah can cure you, but she's forcing Mr. Bourne to be with her, or she won't treat you. He has to be with Dr. Sarah to cure you." Lacey said reluctantly, "Makayla, do you understand what I'm saying?"
Makayla shook her head blankly, "Say it again."
Lacey took a deep breath and repeated it.
This time, Makayla probably understood.
"I won't get treated." Her eyes sparkled, her fingers clenched, and she murmured repeatedly, "I don’t want any treatment."
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