As loathing seeped out of Avery's eyes, she could not hold her voice back.
Mike and the two children simultaneously turned to look in their direction.
Elliot immediately pulled Avery toward her bedroom.
"What happened? Why are they fighting again?" Mike mumbled under his breath as he pulled out his
phone and texted Chad.
Chad: [Watch the kids. Don't care about anything else. ]
Mike: [No wonder you didn't want to come over tonight. Did your boss decide to let Chelsea Tierney
go?"]
Chad: [Watch your mouth. He has his reasons no matter what he decides to do.]
Mike: [D*mn it! I shouldn't have showed you the evidence! ]
Chad: [Chelsea isn't in the country right now. How doyou expect us to find her? Find her yourself
sinceyou're so amazing. ]
Mike: [I see. If that's the case, then Avery won't be mad.]
In the bedroom on the first floor, Elliot shut the door, then gazed deeply at Avery and said, "Have you
met someone with a mental illness, Avery?"
His words made Avery's brows furrow tightly. "Are you trying to say that Chelsea has a mental illness?"
"No, I'm just asking if you've met someone like that." Elliot saw that she had calmed down, so he led
her to sit on the bed.
Avery pondered for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "I have, but why are you asking me about
that?"
"If someone had a mental illness, commited murder, and escaped legal persecution, would you hate
them?
" Elliot stood next to Avery. His deep set eyes were fixed on her, so he did not miss even the tiniest of
emotion.
"It depends on who they murdered. I won't hate them if it was a bad person. If they killed..."
"What if they killed their own family?" Elliot asked, cutting her off.
Avery felt breathless. She raised her brows and said," That's a weird question, Elliot. If this person
already has a mental illness, then every one of their actions is out of their control. What do you expect
me to say, asking me to judge a sick person from the point of view of a normal person? I don't know
how to answer that, because I've never come across something like that."
"I see.'' Her answer was unexpected. His eyes darkened as he said, "Sick or not, killing one's family is
unforgivable."
"What are you trying to say?" Avery glared at him. "Ijust want to know what happened when you went
to look for Chelsea today."
"Her brother said she's suffering from a mental illness." Elliot's fists clenched slightly.He did not have to
courage to take the risk.Avery's reaction gave him no choice but to endure Charlie's threat. If she knew
that he was once sick murderer his own father, would she be afraid? Would she take the kids and leave
him behind?"
"Just because her brother said she's got a mental illness, does that mean it's true?! Do you really trust
them that much? You're just accepting it because you don't want to go against Chelsea, right?!" Avery
was emotional and tears welled up in her eyes. "Every time I start to believe you, you always let me
down! I've already lost count of the number of times this has happened!"
She had had enough of this emotional torture. If she stopped trusting him, then she would no longer
depend on him or have any expectations. That way, she would no longer be disappointed! Elliot's
Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as seething grief and sorrow flashed across his eyes.
"Other than this, I will give you anything you want, Avery."
"I don't care about anything else but this!" Avery tared at him with resolute eyes and said adamantly, "
What do you think you can give me, Elliot Foster? If you can't even do this one thing right, then what
else can you do for me?!"
Her words stabbed at Elliot's heart like a sharp knife. What else could he do for her?
He could not come up with an answer.
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