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Chapter 123
Chapter 123
Hauling a first aid kit up the stairs, she squatted next to his leg, unwrapping the bandages.
His injury was far worse than she’d imagined.
A large patch of skin on his leg was stripped off, revealing a bloody wound.
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But he didn't even flinch.
She applied ointment to his wound, then swiftly bandaged it up.
Hearing her heavy breathing, he broke the silence, ”Violette, the wound might look scary, but it doesn't
actually hurt.”
He was trying to comfort her,
but she didn’t need his phony comfort.
She jabbed his wound with her finger, and c
aught off guard, he winced in pain.
“Say that again, does it hurt?” Her eyes welled up, glaring at him.
Leaning back on his hands, he stubbornly said, “It doesn’t.”
He bet she wouldn't dare jab him again.
He was in pain, but she was hurting more.
“Just lay down and rest! You need to stay in bed for at least a week, no more running around!” She said
angrily and stormed off to the bathroom.
Leaning against the headboard, he picked up the cell phone from the nightstand.
He dialed a number and coldly asked, “What have you found?”
The guy who’d hit him with a car tonight had been shot, but it wasn't fatal.
Now, the guy was being interrogated.
“Boss, this guy won't spill the beans. We’re planning to use some special techniques. We promise he’ll
confess by tomorrow morning,” His underling assured him on the phone.
“Just make sure he doesn’t croak before he spills the beans!” Elijah wanted to know who was
threatening his life with such dirty tricks.
The car accident he had six months ago left him severely injured and resulted in him becoming a
vegetative state.
He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
After hanging up, he took out some pills from the drawer nearby.
He had to take four different kinds, a handful of pills each time.
After taking his pills, he put down the water glass.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Violette came out.
“Elijah, I’ve thought about it. Your leg is badly injured. I worry I might hurt you if I move around in my
sleep,” She said, walking over to the bed.
“Do you really think I’d feel the pain?” He looked at her affectionately, “Violette, you’re just trying to
avoid me.”
Violette blushed, climbed onto the bed and sat beside him.
“Is this okay?” She looked at him innocently, “Anyway, you can’t do anything to me in your current
state. I have nothing to fear.”
Her nonchalance stirred his desire to dominate.
He grabbed her by the head, forcing her to tilt her chin up slightly.
He suddenly leaned in for a kiss.
At three o’clock in the morning.
Elijah reached out his long arm, pulling Violette towards him.
She kept close to the edge of the bed, careful not to touch his wound.
He was worried she’d fall off the bed in her deep sleep.
He’d pulled her close a few times, but she’d always move back to the edge once she woke up.
This time, he didn’t let go after pulling her into his arms.
She was tensed up at first but gradually relaxed in his embrace.
Suddenly, his phone screen lit up.
He’d set his phone to silent, so it didn’t ring.
He picked up the phone and answered the call.
“Boss, we got something from the interrogation! The guy said it was Sabrina who told him to do it!
Sabrina is Ms. Dennis’s half-sister.”
Elijah’s breath hitched.
On the other end of the line, his underling asked, “Boss, how should we deal with Sabrina? Do we kill
her or throw her in jail?”
Elijah swallowed hard, then planted a gentle kiss on Violette’s forehead, whispering, “Kill her.”