He Made Me Draw A Lottery For Our Dead Child Chapter 07

He Made Me Draw A Lottery For Our Dead Child Chapter 07

Bastian watched everything through the glass outside the ICU, his expression grim and conflicted.

Something occurred to him, and he immediately called his assistant.

“Prepare legal action against Northcairn Development Group. I’m personally taking Orson Sayer’s

embezzlement case.”

He didn’t know what else to do.

He hoped this would keep me from leaving.

The video of Dad jumping from Sablepoint Tower after being framed spread rapidly online, triggering widespread outrage.

Under growing public pressure, the court scheduled an expedited hearing.

Bastian won.

He obtained security footage showing Northcairn employees deliberately misleading Dad into signing fraudulent financial documents. With such clear evidence, the charges against him were

dismissed.

The following day, Bastian hurried to the hospital with the court order in hand, his expression

tense.

“Elowen, we won. Your father’s name has been cleared.”

I glanced at the document without emotion.

If anything, the whole thing felt cruelly ironic.

Half a day.

That was all Bastian had needed to clear Dad’s name.

But the price I’d paid was my father lying unconscious in a hospital bed, dependent on a ventilator and with no guarantee he would ever wake up.

“Did you sign the divorce papers?”

Bastian’s anxious expression froze. He lowered his head and clenched his hands.

“Elowen… I don’t want a divorce.”

“I was wrong. From now on, I promise I’ll do whatever you say. No more tokens. Can we please stay together?”

Only then did I look at him.

There was nothing complicated in my expression, only mockery and disbelief.

“No.”

“Sign the papers, Bastian. Or don’t. I know I could never beat Crestmont’s finest attorney in court.”

“But as far as I’m concerned, after you hurt me again and again, you were no longer my husband.”

I gave a cold laugh.

“If that marriage certificate means so much to you, keep it.”

“I don’t care anymore.”

Bastian had no memory of leaving the hospital.

All he knew was that he couldn’t contain the panic inside him.

When he returned home, he left the lights off and sat motionless on the couch.

His gaze traveled slowly across the darkened rooms.

Only then did he realize how much warmth and life Elowen had brought into a home that had once félt sterile and empty.

He had destroyed that warmth himself.

For years, he’d convinced himself that Colette was special because she had been the one to leave

him.

He’d mistaken her for the one who got away, which was why he’d always made exceptions for her.

But now he finally understood.

What he felt for Colette wasn’t love. It was an obsession he had never let go of.

Somewhere in the quiet routine of his marriage, Elowen had become the person who truly mattered

to him.

Bastian closed his eyes as a tear slipped down his face.

He had understood far too late.

“I was wrong…”

The house no longer held Elowen’s cheerful voice or her laughter whenever she watched reality

shows.

There was only silence.

And the deathly silence terrified him.

By then, I had already transferred Dad to the Lindenmere Neurological Institute.

His doctors had recommended the move because it was one of the best neurological rehabilitation

centers in the country.

There was still a chance Dad might wake up.

So when Bastian returned to the hospital the next morning, finally ready to apologize sincerely, he

found an empty room.

He stared at the empty room, bewildered.