Chapter 400

"Miss Tate, you're finally up!" A man's voice rang in her ears.

Avery looked to where the sound was coming from.It was Elliot's bodyguard.

"Miss Tate, do you still remember what happened last night?"

The bodyguard stood by the side of the bed and said, "Last night when Mr.Foster carried you back, it
was raining extremely heavily! He even lost his shoe! He carried you all the way back barefooted!"

Avery was speechless.

"Although your leg is seriously injured, Mr.Foster's feet were cut deeply too..." The bodyguard looked
down at her.

"You were under the rain last night, and you developed a fever, and so did Mr.Foster.After bringing you
back, he dealt with the injury on his feet, took some medication, and left to attend Madame Rosalie's
funeral without any time to rest."

The bodyguard looked at her emotionless face.He thought that, perhaps, the fever had made her
stupid.

"Miss Tate, you're the craziest and bravest woman I've ever met." The bodyguard had an expression of
admiration.

"At five in the morning, my colleagues and I found an injured wolf.It must be the one that bit you last
night, right? You're amazing! You're so small, yet you could fight a wolf with your bare hands!"

"I had a dagger," Avery corrected him.After speaking, something felt stuck in her throat, and she
coughed terribly! "Miss Tate, don't speak.All you need to do is listen to me,"



The bodyguard continued, "We ate the wolf! Consider it avenging you!"

Avery was speechless.

"Also, my colleague was extremely guilty about what he did to you in the cellar yesterday! The python
doesn't eat humans.They were just trying to scare you."

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Avery asked hoarsely.

"Because we're afraid! We initially thought that Mr.Foster hated you to death.We never thought that he
cared so much for you," the bodyguard said helplessly.

"I know that you must hate Mr.Foster to death right now.I'm not speaking up for him or anything.I only
hope that you don't make things difficult for my colleagues.They are just being loyal to Mr.Foster—"

Avery said tiredly, "I want to rest."

"Oh, I'll get the doctor to come to check on you," the bodyguard said and left.

A moment later, the doctor came over and checked on Avery.

After measuring her body temperature and blood pressure, the doctor said, "Miss Tate, you still have a
slight fever! Also, you lost quite a lot of blood.You're anemic.You need t o stay in bed for the next few
days.You cannot afford to catch a cold.Your body is extremely weak right now.The injury on your thigh
is serious too.You have a huge wound, and it might leave a scar."

Avery felt weak and wobbly.

When she came around, she wanted to see if she could raise her legs.She could not.Although she was
awake, she was no different from a paralyzed person.She had no strength or energy.No person or
thought could gain a reaction out of her.It was a normal thing when one was this weak.



"T'll get the nanny to make some plain food," the doctor said and left the room.

Avery lay in bed and looked at the lights on the ceiling in a daze.

Sunlight shone in.The glass on the ceiling lights was extremely shiny.The darkness in her heart stood
in sharp contrast t o the brightness of the day.

Not long after, a car honk could be heard outside the window.

The black Rolls-Roice stopped in front of the courtyard.Elliot got out of the car.

"'Mr.Foster, Miss Tate is up!"

The bodyguard said to Elliot, "She did not cry nor make a fuss.She seems like she is in a good place."

Once the bodyguards realized Elliot's true feelings for Avery, they did not dare to say anything bad
about her.

Elliot heard him and entered the mansion.He saw the nanny carry a bowl of porridge.

She was just about to head upstairs when she saw him.

"The doctor made me cook something light for Miss Tate," she informed him.

Elliot took over the bowl of porridge from the nanny's hands and headed upstairs.He carried the bowl
and approached the side of her bed.

When Avery saw Elliot coming, she did not react.However, her chest felt a little tighter.

"Open up." He scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it closer to her mouth.

"Avery, if you still want to see your children and get your revenge on Wanda, then open your mouth!"



Avery opened her mouth, but she did not do as he expected.

"I'll eat it on my own."

Her feverish voice was hoarse, but the defiance in her bones was as strong as ever.


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