Chapter 111


    "I reckon Elijah didn’t avoid Violette because he was mad. I asked his bodyguard, and he said that


    Elijah got a scratch on his face from a tree branch and he’s really bothered by it. His wound hasn’t


    healed yet, so he probably doesn’t want to see anyone."


    "Ah, that’s the reason! I’ll let Violette know right away, or she’ll start imagining things!" Odette ryed


    Ramsey’s words to Violette.


    Violette responded with a smiley emoji.


    Odette texted her again: Elijah’s birthday is in two weeks. Have you thought about what gift to give


    him?


    Violette: Not yet, I don’t know what to give him.


    Odette: It’s super cold out, why don’t you knit him a sweater?


    Violette: Are you for real? Who wears hand-knit sweaters these days?


    Odette: Just do it. Guys love this kind of thing.


    Violette: But I don’t know how to knit!


    Odette: The yarn shop will teach you! Or you can find tutorials online! You’re smart, you’ll pick it up in


    no time!


    Violette: Why are you insisting that I knit a sweater?


    Odette: Because guys love the sentiment behind it! Ramsey still can’t forget his first love because she


    knitted him a sweater that he’s kept all these years. I’m so jealous, but there’s no way I’d knit him one!


    Standing in the snow, Violette looked at her best friend’s message and briefly hesitated.


    A car stopped in front of her, honking its horn and snapping her out of her thoughts. It was the taxi she


    had called.


    An hourter, she returned home with a bag of yarn.


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    Albina came up to her, looked at the yarn in the bag, and asked curiously, "Are you going to knit a


    scarf?"


    Violette blushed slightly, "I want to knit a sweater."


    Albina’s eyes shed with understanding, "Who are you knitting it for? For me? Or for Elijah?"


    Violette: "Mom, I’ll make one for you. but Elijah’s birthday ising up, so I’ll get one for him first. Once


    I get the hang of it, I’ll knit a better one for you."


    Albinaughed, "I was just teasing you! But isn’t it out of fashion to knit sweaters for your lover? It used


    to be trendy during our time."


    Violette: "Odette said it’s still in style."


    Albina: "Oh, seems like what goes aroundes around! Do you know how to knit? It’s pretty time-


    consuming. Do you want my help?"


    Violette shook her head, "There are still two weeks left! I should be able to finish it."


    ......


    Bourne Mansion.


    The closed balcony on the second floor.


    Elijah sat in his wheelchair, silently watching the heavy snow outside the window.


    His mind had been nk these days. So was his heart.


    The previous obsessions and pains seemed to have been paused.


    He didn’t want to see anyone, nor did he want to hear any sound.


    Only when the pain in his body was unbearable would he wonder, what it would be like if he had died in


    the fall.


    He knew very well that nothing would change.


    The earth would still spin.


    Those who cried because of his departure would eventually return to their normal lives.


    In this world, no one would die just because they lost someone.


    But deep down, he still cared.


    He couldn’t die.


    His hands tightly gripped the armrests of the wheelchair, his body tense.


    Tears quickly slid down from the corners of his eyes.


    In the living room on the second floor.


    Grace sat on the sofa, with the doctor standing beside her.


    "Madam, Elijah’s injury this time has led to a rpse of his depression."


    Grace sighed, "I can feel it. He won’t talk, he’s closed himself off again."