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Chapter 30
Chapter 30
On a Friday afternoon, Violette got a call from Lacey.
"Ma'am, the Mister will be home tonight, please come back too."
Ever since Elijah forced Violette to get an abortion, she had been staying at her mom's place.
"Alright, we should settle our issues anyway." Violette hung up and packed her stuff for the Bourne
family's place.
By seven in the evening,
Elijah's plane landed at the airport.
Surrounded by bodyguards, he hopped into a black Rolls Royce.
Once he got in, he found Melinda in the car too.
"Elijah, how do you like my new hairstyle?" Melinda, wearing a pink princess dress, gently fingered her
hair and gave him a charming smile.
Melinda had been waiting in the car to surprise him.
Once Elijah quickly scanned Melinda with his deep eyes, his calm expression vanished.
His muscles tensed up, his face cold as ice, the car filled with a tense atmosphere.
Melinda sensed his mood shift and started to feel anxious.
"Elijah, is it my hairstyle you don't like, or my dress..." Melinda's eyes were full of fear, her voice shaky.
Suddenly, she got slapped so hard in the face, that h
er body was thrown against the car door.
"Go buy scissors!" Elijah ordered, clenching his fists.
The bodyguard outside received the command and rushed to buy scissors.
Melinda curled up in the seat, hand over her burning cheek, blood trickling from her mouth.
She was shocked.
She had been with Elijah for ten years. Never in that decade had she seen him so angry.
It must be Violette!
Violette must have caused all this!
"Elijah! Let me explain! Violette made me wear this dress, cut this hairstyle! It was her wanting to piss
you off, not me!" Melinda grabbed Elijah's arm, crying, trying to explain.
The bodyguard came back with scissors.
Elijah coldly said, "Cut her hair! And the dress!"
Melinda's body shook violently, the light in her eyes slowly fading...
How could this hairstyle and princess dress enrage him?
She didn't understand.
But why could Violette?
The bodyguard dragged Melinda out of the car and closed the door.
Elijah spoke softly, "Drive."
After dinner, Violette had been waiting in the living room.
She had her luggage ready, j This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
ust waiting for Elijah to come home and discuss the divorce.
Around eight, the Rolls Royce slowly pulled into the front yard.
Lacey went out to greet them.
Violette glanced anxiously outside.
The autumn night wind added a layer of desolation to the scenery.
Elijah, still in his black shirt and casual pants, was pushed into the living room in his wheelchair, his
demeanor aloof as ever.
"Elijah, when are we getting a divorce?" Violette gathered her courage and asked him.
Elijah lifted his head, looking at her, "Divorce?"