Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 114

Brandon knew he was lying, but he couldn’t call him out.

They’d known each other for years, and Brandon had never seen him in a sweater!

However, the sweater Violette knitted for him had a different meaning than any store-bought one.

"Elijah, Grace called me," Brandon said. "She said your nephew is out of the hospital and she wants

you to come home for dinner tonight."

Elijah: "She could’ve told me herself."

Brandon: "Did Grace piss you off or something? She seemed kinda nervous when she was talking to

me. Elijah, don’t be mad at her. There’s no one in the world who loves their kid more than a mother..."

Elijah: "Please, just stop talking."

Brandon burst out laughing: "Wanna bring Violette home for dinner?"

Elijah thought for a few seconds: "Didn’t you say she was busy knitting that sweater?"

"Yep! She’s got another week to finish. I wonder how it’s coming along."

......

In the evening.

Elijah returned to Old Manor.

Grace was over the moon, while everyone else was visibly tense.

Elijah’s cold gaze landed on Sabrina.

He didn’t expect her to be at this family dinner.

"Elijah, she’s Violette’s sister, Sabrina. I wasn’t really fond of her at first, but she’s been taking care of

Kaleb since he got hurt..." Grace began to explain when she noticed her son looking at Sabrina.

Sabrina felt intimidated by his stare, but mustered up the courage to greet him: "Hi, you can just call me

Rina. I’m Violette’s sister. I thought you’d bring her with you today."

Elijah ignored her and shifted his gaze to Kaleb.

Kaleb looked exhausted and dejected. His hospital stay had been the worst time of his life.

"Uncle, Violette and I broke up six months ago. She hates me because she found out about me and

Rina. She wasn’t planted by me, I promise," Kaleb tried to explain.

Elijah replied nonchalantly: "I figured." He paused, then added, "You probably don’t have the guts to Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

control Violette."

Violette was a free spirit. No one could tie her down.

"Uncle, you can lecture me all you want, as long as it makes you happy," Kaleb said humbly.

Elijah: "How about you shut up then?"

Kaleb shut up. His fingers had been reattached, but he hadn’t fully recovered yet.

Now, he relied on Sabrina to feed him.

The dinner was tense and quiet.

Seeing no one else talking, Sabrina tried to lighten the mood.

"We once had a very accurate fortune teller read Violette’s birth chart," Sabrina began, sounding quite

knowledgeable. "He said Violette would bring misfortune to her husband... Your recent accident in the

mountains was her doing."

Elijah looked at her, a coldness in his eyes: "I’m good at fortune-telling too. Here’s a prediction for you -

your days are numbered."

Sabrina dropped her spoon with a clatter.

Sensing her son’s anger, Grace immediately called for the security: "Please escort Sabrina out!"

Seeing Sabrina being kicked out, Kaleb felt down: "Granny..."

"You shut up! Either eat by yourself or don’t eat at all! I’ve always had a problem with that Sabrina!

Being with her will only bring you trouble!"

Kaleb said nothing more.

He tried to pick up the spoon with his injured hand.

Elijah put down his cutlery, took out a cheque from his pocket, and handed it to Travis: "Bro, this is for

taking care of mom. Please accept it."

Since Grace lived with Travis, Elijah would periodically give him such payments.

Travis was hesitant.

On one hand, he wanted to take the money, but on the other, he felt it would be a blow to his pride,

as looking after his mother was his duty as a son.