Awake for Love: My Coma Bridegroom

Chapter 619

Having finished her sentence, she made her way upstairs. She had been running errands all day long, and her body felt especially tired now.

Watching her ascend the stairs, Mike picked up Rita and headed out. They stopped at an ATM, and Mike carefully inserted his card.

The PIN was written on the back of the card - it was Violette's birthday, so it was easy to remember.

After entering the PIN, Mike pressed the query button. Suddenly, countless zeros appeared on the screen.

Mike was astonished. He blinked in disbelief!

Rita exclaimed, "Uncle Mike! How much money is this? There are so many zeros that I can't count them all! Wow!" This was beyond Rita's comprehension.

Mike cleared his throat, then began counting the zeros with his free hand.

Rita suddenly pointed at the first digit on the screen and loudly announced, "This is a 7."

Mike, "…Sweetie, you made me lose count! Where was I? Oh!"

"Dumb Uncle Mike! Just take a picture of it and ask my mom when we get home! She'll know how much it is just by looking at it. She doesn't need to count like you!" Rita pouted, looking quite disgusted. "Or you could ask your boyfriend. He's definitely smarter than you!"

Provoked, Mike’s face flushed a shade of red. "Rita, I know how much this is, I don't need to count. It's seven billion." NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Violette still owed Elijah seven billion.

Confused, Rita blinked her big, bright eyes. "Uncle Mike, how much is seven billion? How many toys and pretty clothes can I buy with it?"

Mike didn't know how to explain to her just how large this number was.

"For example, if you worked for four days and made seven hundred thousand." Mike took out his phone, opened the calculator, and started to do the math for her. "That would mean you're making 175,000 a day. If you earned that much every day, you would make 63,875,000 a year. If you made that much every year, you would need to work for 110 years from now... You're five years old now, so you'd have to live to be 115 to make 7 billion."

Rita stared blankly, her eyes wide.

"Honey, do you understand?" Mike wore a kind smile, but his heart was slightly bitter.

Damn it, how was Elijah so rich? He just casually whipped out such a large sum of money. If he were Violette, he'd probably be dazzled by the wealth!

Rita suddenly burst into tears. "Have I only lived for five years? How long will it take to live to over a hundred?"

Mike wiped the tears from her little face. "Don't cry, sweetheart! I was just trying to explain how much money this is. You don't have to earn this much. Let's go get some ice cream! We can go home after that."

Rita immediately stopped crying. "I want the chocolate flavor."

Mike, "As long as your mom doesn't find out, sure."

Back at the villa.

Violette lay in bed, trying to sleep, but a headache kept her awake. She decided to keep her eyes open, staring blankly at a spot in the room, and reflecting on how things with Elijah had escalated to this point.

She loved him and could feel his care for her, so why did they insist on hurting each other? Was hurting each other the only proof that their love hadn't faded?

As her mind was in turmoil, her phone on the bedside table rang. She picked it up and saw a string of strange letters.