Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom novel Chapter 556

Her eyes caught the shimmer of unshed tears in his. She wanted to tell him that it wasn't like what he said, but before she could, he abruptly pulled away from her.

With a resounding slam, he shut the car door beside her. He didn't head for the driver's seat. Instead, he stood outside, dialed a number on his cell phone.

She watched him silently. They were only separated by a car door, yet it felt as if a vast chasm had opened between them.

He said she valued their child more than him. How could she compare the two?

The child was innocent, so of course she would protect it more. He accused her of having no faith in him, but the truth was that she had no faith in herself.

Soon, Mike jogged over.

Violette saw them talking outside the car. She didn't know what was said, but Mike quickly took the car keys from him and slid into the driver's seat.

Elijah had his back to her the entire time, his muscles taut with tension. Only after Mike got into the car did she hastily withdraw her gaze.

"He said he's going back home tomorrow. Was it your idea?" Mike asked as he started the car.

"Yeah." She couldn't help but look out the window again.

"He said he's staying in a hotel tonight. Did you two have a fight?" Mike drove the car away.

She ignored Mike's words. She leaned against the car window and watched as Elijah's figure grew smaller and smaller until it was almost impossible to see him clearly. Only then did she turn around.

"Why are you doing this to each other?" Mike sighed as he stopped at a red light. "Do you think you'll be happier without him?"

Makayla: "When are you guys coming back home?"

Mike thought for a moment, "It depends on when Violette's injury heals. Once she's better, we'll definitely come back."

Makayla took a small bite of her food, then asked quietly, "Why did they fight?"

Rita and Ian also wanted to know the answer to that question. Their eyes were fixed on Mike.

"Well, it's complicated. But I can assure you that Elijah didn't do anything wrong. Neither did Violette." Mike said, then quickly changed the subject, "Makayla, we'll take you out for a bit after dinner. You've been here for so long and we haven't shown you around yet."

After they left, the villa fell silent. Violette lay in bed; the pain in her arm was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. This time, she was the one who pushed him away. She didn't know if she made the right decision, but she didn't see any other choice.