NovelEnglish"A glass of water, please." Elliot sat down on the sofa.
The housekeeper immediately brought a glass of water and handed it to him.
He took the water glass, took a sip, and began to think about the consequences he might face after getting the treatment.
He had not considered that before that day.
Gary's words gnawed at a lingering resentment that had festered in his dead heart.
"I was never this lonely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How did | end up falling so far? "Did | really have to waste my life in meaningless existence?" he thought.
He could not accept it.
Whether he was Elliot or Nathan's illegitimate son, he should not let his life be destroyed or defined by anyone.
He did not want anyone to look up to him, and what he wanted was for everyone to know that they could not hope to reach his level.
After putting the glass down, he said to the housekeeper, "Givea pen and a notepad.
The housekeeper immediately went and fetched them for him.
He took the pen and notepad back to the bedroom and locked the door.
He then strode to the desk after turning on the bedroom light.
If he decided to go ahead with the treatment, he needed to jot down skey information on paper.
In case he did not remember a thing after the operation, he could at least look at the note and feel more grounded in what he did.
He hesitated for a few seconds before writing it down.
After figuring out what he wanted to write, he immediately started putting pen to paper.
'l have three children. Hayden Foster, Layla Foster, and Robert Foster.
‘Both of my parents died, and everyone | cared about has passed away." He stopped writing all of a sudden when he reached that point.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThere was a sharp pain in his heart, for it felt as if there was nothing left for him to record.
Apart from the three children, the person he cared about most was Shea, but Shea was already gone.
As for Avery, he did not want to think about her too much, let alone remember her name.
Merely remembering her face and seeing her nmade him feel the kind of pain that rivaled that of a thous?e&>SKT> arrows.
Humans had a built-in stress response, and his hands were shaking violently as he held the pen and tried to write down the n"Avery Tate'! He could not bring himself to write those two words.
The next day, at eight in the morning, Elliot cout of the bedroom and the first thing he saw was Gary sitting on the living room sofa.
It was as clear as day that what Gary did was a way of forcing him to answer.
"Good morning, Elliot! Let's have sbreakfast, and we can continue our talk after that." Gary got up with a smile and walked up to him.
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