Chapter 74

Holding back tears, Avery turned in anger and stormed out of the station. She did not sign the release
paper, nor did she take her phone back from Elliot. Elliot signed the papers and left the station. On the
car ride home, he passed her phone to her and said in a low voice, “I didn’t go through it.”
Avery took her phone and her breathing was heavy as she said, “But you already know what’s inside.”
“Are they important? Those photos…”
Avery gritted her teeth and warned herself not to lose her temper with Elliot. He was the one who had
helped get her phone back after all. Her hand clenched around her phone as she asked, “If I told you
that the baby you had forced me to abort wasn’t Cole’s but yours… Would you feel guilty at all?”
Elliot turned his head and glanced at her.
Avery’s expression was serious, and it did not seem like she was kidding.
He gulped and responded in a hoarse voice, “From the IVF treatments?” “Yes,” Avery answered. She
met his gaze and said, “You killed your own child with your own hands. Do you feel any guilt?”
She hoped to see even the slightest hint of remorse on his face to make herself feel better.
She prayed that he was a man of flesh and blood and not a cold-blooded money-making machine.

The expression on Elliot’s face puzzled her. He knew that he would be breaking her heart, but he still
replied indifferently, “I don’t. It was never meant to be born in the first place.”
Avery chuckled coldly and asked, “Would you be so calm if your own parents said that about you?” “I
would thank them if they never gave birth to me,” he answered. “Not everyone wishes to be born into
this world, Avery.”
Avery raised her brows.
Did he not wish to be born?
How come?
Elliot’s mother loved him unconditionally, he had a successful career, and there were plenty of people
around him who treated him like he was the center of their universe…
Why was he so pessimistic?



What exactly did he have to go through?
“Are you depressed?” Avery asked as she could not help but analyze his words from a medical
perspective. “There are treatments for depression. If you’re sick, you should go see a doctor as soon
as possible.”
The expression on Elliot’s face relaxed slightly.
“If being sick could make you dwell on me, then go ahead and treat me like a sick person!”
It was close to midnight when they arrived at the mansion.
Once Avery was in her room, she was so tired that she did not have the energy to think about anything.
She got into bed and fell asleep soon after.
That night, she had a dream.
She dreamt of the reason behind Elliot’s pessimism.
In her dream, she saw a young Elliot and his father.
His father was an impossibly strict man that had no patience for his playful son.
Young Elliot had to endure the wrath of his father’s ruthless belt until he bled…
His howling cries were heartbreaking.
The bloody images in her nightmare made her wake up in horror.
Outside the window, dawn had broken, and the sky was getting brighter.
Avery got up on her arms and began to mumble to herself, trying to make herself feel better, “There’s
no way his father would hit him like that. Even if he did, his mother would stop it… Dreams are almost
always the opposite of reality. There’s no way he was abused.”
However, she was strangely certain that Elliot must have gone through something dark to hate the
world a s much as he did.
Not only did he hate the world, but he also did not want to bring the next generation into it.
Nobody was born to be bad.
Her loathing for him suddenly lessened slightly.
He was not at fault, and neither was she. Fate was the only one to blame for entangling their lives
together.






62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda