Chapter 393

Her temperature was skyrocketing, and her skin was turning redder by the minute.

She looked like she was about to be roasted alive by her own body heat!

No matter how he called her name, she didn't respond!

His heart was pounding like crazy!

"Doctor!" He dashed out of the room in search of a doctor.

The doctor arrived quickly and after assessing the situation in the room, he immediately said, "Mr. Bourne, we need to bring her fever down right away. I can give her another injection, or we can try oral medication, what do you think..."

"She's unconscious, how is she supposed to take a pill? Am I supposed to feed her with my mouth?!"

Sweat beads trickled down the doctor's forehead, "Then I'll give her another injection."

Since the previous medication had dripped half a bottle onto the floor, the doctor had to prepare another dose after the injection.

Elijah stood beside the bed, looking down at her unconscious form.

All he wanted was one answer from her!

Why would she rather die than tell him?

The thought made him so furious he wanted to strangle her himself!

What else could this woman do besides causing him pain?

Silverleaf Ridge.

Rita was crying her eyes out, mumbling that Elijah was a big meanie.

Makayla, on the other hand, was standing off to the side like a child who had done something wrong, unable to utter a word.

She didn't expect her brother to be so fierce.

He'd never been fierce with her before.

But why was he so harsh towards Violette?

Joey was just as perplexed as Makayla.

He understood his boss was heartbroken over his mother's death, but why take out his anger on Violette?

"Our boss must have his reasons for doing this," Joey adjusted his glasses, trying to explain to an enraged Mike.

Mike got a headache hearing Joey's voice, "You can leave now!"

"Oh... what about Makayla... can I leave her with you?" Joey needed to ensure Makayla's safety.

Mike: "Of course, she has to stay here! If Elijah dares to harm Violette, I'll use Makayla as a threat against him!"

Joey: "Oh... please take good care of Makayla until they return! I'll come back tomorrow."

After Joey left, Mike picked up Rita, comforting her, "Rita, don't cry. Elijah said those things to scare you. He's afraid we'll expose his dirty deeds."

Rita sniffed, and grumbled, "Uncle Mike, I don't like him anymore."

"Wait, when did you ever like him?" Mike was puzzled.

Rita bashfully admitted, "I liked him... in my dreams..."

Mike: "Oh, well, in your dreams, he must be a good guy, that's why you liked him, right?"

Rita nodded pitifully.

She had wished so much that her father was a good man, that she could acknowledge him.

But the constant disappointments made her give up on that dream.

She had faced reality. She could never acknowledge that jerk. She just wanted her mom back!

At 10 pm.

After three bottles of IV fluids, Violette's fever finally broke.

As she opened her eyes, the unfamiliar room came into view, her memory gradually returning.

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Chapter 2341 "Ms. Dennis, are you awake?"

A stranger's voice rang out.

Elijah had arranged for a nurse to look after her.

"You haven't eaten anything all day, you must be starving. There's some porridge here," The nurse brought out some porridge, "Ms. Dennis, let me feed you."

Violette struggled to open her eyes, then turned her head away.

This was her way of rejecting.

She didn't want to talk to anyone.

Not Elijah, not his friends, not his subordinates.

If he wouldn't let her go, she would rather die here.

The nurse sighed, put the bowl down, and went out to consult with Elijah.

In no time, Elijah's towering figure appeared in the room.

He had already showered and was wearing a grey robe.

He walked over to the bed, looked at Violette's pale face, and threatened sternly, "Violette, if you don't let the nurse feed you, I won't mind doing it myself!"

Her hands clenched the blanket tightly, completely ignoring his threat!