NovelEnglish"What happened to him?" Hayden asked while glancing at Elliot from the corner of his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Angela said that he had passed away. The Elliot you are seeing now is the Elliot she brought back to life." Avery told her son the truth. "I wanted to take him to the hospital to get a check-up, but he is very against going to the hospital right now. He is such a proud man. He surely would not be able to accept his current situation." Hayden had mixed feelings. "Even if he had been dead, isn't he alive right now?" "He has a device in his brain that is being controlled by Angela." Hayden's lips moved. He wanted to say something but did not say it. This was too unbelievable. It was beyond the range Hayden could find acceptable.
If his life was being controlled by another person, he would rather die.
Hayden's mind was a mess.
Elliot had becthis. Of course, he would not go up against him. However, he also did not know how to face him. He turned around and entered the mansion. He quickly returned to his room and closed the door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAvery walked over to Elliot and held his hand once more. "Hayden needs to wake up early tomorrow, so he went back to his room to rest. He won't hate you like before anymore. You'll be within the future. I won't let you leaveagain. I won't let you be sad either." Once they entered the house, Mike saw them heading for the master bedroom. Once their room door was closed, Mike let out a sigh of relief.
It was as if he had been living a long nightmare. He had finally woken up from the nightmare.
Mike returned to his room and looked at his phone. He tapped on Chad's profile to chat with him.
Mike: [Your boss has returned. Do you want to see his photo?] Chad saw his message and excitedly replied, [Yes! Send it over quickly! Is he alright? Isn't this wonderful? Mike: [It's pointless even if you want a photo. Avery has taken him back to her room ] Chad: [Then, why were you leadingon? Forget about it. I will let it go! Are you free for a call right now?] Mike: [I'm tired. I don't want to talk.] Chad: [Isn't typing more tiring than talking?] Mike: [Talking needs to use my entire chest while typing I only need to talove my fingers. Of courseel is more tiring.] Conte belongs to englishS Chad: [Oh. think you're just deliberately whetting my appetite Let's see how long you can hold back. I go buy a ticket to Bridgedale immediately. I want to see Mr. Foster!] Mike: [I'll advise you not to come. He doesn't want to see anyone at all.] Chad: [Why? What happened to him? Let's go on a phone call. It hurts my fingers to type.] Chad sent that message and called Mike. Mike hung up without thinking before changing the call into a video call.
It was 11 in the morning at Aryadelle. Chad was still at work.
"No, his face has not been ruined. He is still handsome. " Mike leaned back on the bed and said, "I'm guessing he won't be able to work in the future anymore. I heard Avery, 1.n Say that she won't let him work in the future." "Because he is no longer the Elliot Foster we know."
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