Chapter 307


    After breakfast, Violette dropped the two kids off at kindergarten.


    It was Ian who suggested that he and his sister go to kindergarten together. That way, mom wouldn''t


    have to pick them up and drop them off.


    Albina''s death seemed to have changed nothing, yet at the same time, everything had changed.


    "Violette, winter''s over," Mike said, driving onto the main road. "All the bad stuff is behind us! Starting


    today, we''ll have nothing but good luck every day."


    Violette stared at him nkly, "Can you speak like a normal person?"


    Mike cleared his throat, "I know you''re still gonna be sad for a long time, but we have to focus on the


    future. There are more good things and people waiting for you."


    Violette said, "Just drive."


    Mike turned on the car stereo.


    Violette thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Mike, thank you."


    "Huh?" Mike turned off the music.


    "Thanks for helping me take care of the kids during this time." Violette said.


    "Why are you being so polite all of a sudden? Your kids are my kids too. Even if your mom wasn''t here,


    or even if you weren''t here, I''d still raise them well!" Mike said passionately.


    Violette looked at him meaningfully.


    He exined further, "You know what I mean."


    Violette hummed.


    Meanwhile, at the Bourne family home.


    Grace arrived early in the morning, her face rosy and her mood cheerful.


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    She showed a photo to the servants, "Look at this child, doesn''t he look like Elijah? He looks just like


    Elijah when he was little!"


    The servants nodded in agreement, and Grace''s smile grew even wider.


    Elijah heard the noise from upstairs and came down quickly.


    "Elijah! Look at your son!" Grace showed him the photo, "This was taken by Sarah at the hospital


    yesterday. Look at this child, he looks so much like you! The doctor said he''s healthy, so you don''t have


    to worry!"


    Elijah looked at the wrinkled baby in the photo and frowned. He couldn''t see any resemnce at all. If


    it weren''t for Maka''s medical treatment, he would never have let Sarah give birth to this child.


    "Elijah, what kind of reaction is that? Sarah went through so much carrying your child. Even if you don''t


    care about her, how can you be so indifferent to your own child?" Grace said, changing the subject, "I


    brought Sarah to Old Manorst night. In my eyes, she''s already my daughter-inw!"


    Elijah didn''t want to argue with his mother, so he maintained a calm demeanor.


    "You don''t need toe here just to tell me that. As long as you''re happy." Elijah said.


    "What do you mean ''as long as I''m happy''? That''s your son!" Grace said/


    "Did you ever get my permission to give birth to him?" Elijah''s expression was cold, "I don''t want to hurt


    anyone, but that doesn''t mean you can hurt me without restraint."


    The photo in Grace''s hand suddenly fell to the floor.


    An hourter, his mother was driven away by the chauffeur.


    The house was silent.


    Elijah nced at the time, it was almost noon. At that moment, his phone rang.


    It was a call from the family doctor, "Elijah! Do you know Kylee?! Two years ago, he was paralyzed and


    unconscious due to a performance ident. But now, miraculously, he''s recovered!"


    Elijah''s heart raced, his voice trembling, "Who cured him?! Do you know who his doctor is?!"