On the other end of the line, Elliot’s hand gripped his phone tighter.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the hospital.
“Mr. Foster, I’m sorry. Your child couldn’t be saved,” said the doctor. “Miss Sanford passed out from
sadness.”
Rosalie was choking on her tears as she stood by the side. She could not speak.
Zoe’s father, Richard, was carrying a black bag. His face was blue. In the bag he held was the dead
fetus. .
“Elliot, it was fine that you were unable to honor my daughter, however, how could you allow someone to
harm my grandchild?! How terrible could you be!” Richard barked.
Elliot glanced at the black bag and said, “Give me the child.”
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His feelings for the dead child were complicated, however, sadness was not one of them.
However, the thought of Avery being responsible for the death of the child left him burning with rage. At
the same time, a part of him was telling him to conduct a paternity test on the fetus.
“Hehe! Why do you want the child? Can you bring it back to life?” Richard held onto the tiny bag. “You
don’t deserve to be a father! Falling in love with you was the stupidest mistake that my daughter has ever
made in her life! You killed your child! Even if this child comes back as a ghost, it will haunt you!”
Richard was too agitated. His words grew agitated with every passing second.
The bodyguard could not bear to hear them. He wanted to pull them apart. The two men began shoving
each other.
At that moment, a nurse yelled from the ward.
“Dr. Shaw! Patient on bed thirty-eight is bleeding out!” The nurse ran out of the ward, yelling for the
doctor. She needed him to handle the situation.
Elliot glanced inside. Zoe was lying on the bed. Her face was chalky, and she looked dead.
Elliot’s heart could not help but constrict. He walked into the room. The doctor measured the amount of
blood she had lost, and then checked on her blood pressure. “The patient is losing too much blood! We
have to stop the bleeding!”
Avery was at Tate Industries, and she was distracted. She would glance at her phone from time to time,
checking for messages or calls.
What happened to Zoe? She did not know.
After waiting the entire morning to see whether the child lived or not, she was getting antsy for an
answer. There should have been news by now.
Could the child be fine? If not, why had Elliot not called her and interrogated her? It would be the for the
best if the child lived. She did not want any trouble.
“Avery, let’s go for lunch!” Mike yelled, pushing her office door open.
Avery shook her head. “I’m not hungry, you go ahead!”
“Then, I’ll bring food back for you. What do you feel like eating?” Mike asked concerned.
“Anything!”
“What’s going on? You seem down.” Mike walked over to her. He touched her forehead with his hand.
“Are you having a fever? Who pissed you off?”
Avery looked at Mike and blurted out her worries. “This morning Rosalie called me over on behalf of Zoe.
I have been set up.”
Then, the phone on her table rang.
She picked up her phone and saw that it was a call from Elliot. Her heart constricted tightly.
She answered the call. She heard Elliot say, “Avery, do I have to go looking for you or are you going to
come to the hospital?”
He sounded calm, but the calm masked an undercurrent of terrifying emotions.
Avery did not want him to come, nor did she want to go to the hospital to look for him. She did not want
to see him!
“I did not push Zoe. At that time, I wanted to leave, but she did not let me leave, so I shook her off her
arm. I did not push her! She fell on her own!” Avery blushed. She was defending herself.
“Are you telling me that aside from Zoe, my mother and everyone else at the house was wrong?” Elliot’s
voice sounded ice-cold.
Avery sneered in her heart. She was lost in her emotions. “So, what if I pushed her? Are you going to
avenge her?”
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