Chapter 776

"I didn‘t hear anything about the body. What‘s wrong? You can‘t possibly be thinking of reviving her
from the dead, right?" Mike‘s mind ran wild.Avery‘s head started to hurt.

"I was just asking, Mike. If I can revive the dead, then no one will truly die on this earth. Don‘t you think
that‘s really scary?"

"Oh. I didn‘t hear that Wesley will be coming back, so there probably won‘t be a body. Elliot must have
gotten news that Shea was dead, though; he wouldn‘t have arranged a funeral otherwise."

"Yeah."

"Are you really not coming back? Robert is still little. You can hand him over to the nanny and come
back for a short trip."

Mike wanted her to attend the funeral. No matter the nature of their relationships with Elliot, they had
always been close to Shea.

"I‘ve failed Shea," Avery spoke her mind in a hoarse voice.

"If only I realized what she was thinking earlier on, I would not never have let her do what she‘s done. I
feel like I‘m going crazy. I met a patient that has the exact condition as Shea. Not only do I think that he
looks like her, I‘ve even gone so far as to imagining that there‘s a connection between him and Shea
simply because they share the same blood type..."

Mike was silenced at her confession. He had not known that she was treating another patient in
Bridgedale.



"I‘ve just realized it, but maybe it is their unique blood type that makes them more prone to this illness!"
Avery said as sharp pai pierced through her heart.

The world was never short of coincidence, but the chances of ordinary people being exposed to those
coincidences were slim.

It was likely that Adrian and Shea were not related in any way; they simply happened to share the
same blood type and were both diagnosed with the same condition.

As for the resemblance in their looks, perhaps it was merely a result of how much Avery missed Shea.

"Avery, it‘s best that you don‘t attend the funeral. I think that you are not in right state of mind," Mike
said after remaining silent for a few seconds.

"Do you ever feel like everything seems small next to life death?"

Avery hummed in response.

"Since we are still alive, then let‘s live our lives with joy!" Mike consoled, "I will take the kids to the
funeral. Once it‘s over, I will wrap things up at work as soon as possible and bring the kids with me to
join you."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, in Elliot‘s mansion, all belongings in Shea‘s room had been organized and packed, before
being moved and locked inside the warehouse.

Elliot thought of leaving her belongings as they were, but he couldn‘t help but wanting to go into her
room. He would be reminded of her at the sight of her things and whenever he was reminded of her, he
would also be reminded of why she died.



His psychologist told him that he should not consider Shea murdered if she was not forced into
donating blood.

There was something more powerful than hatred in this world, and that was love.

Because of her love for Robert, Shea had saved him with no concern for her own life. He should not
turn Shea‘s love into never–ending resentment, so he listened to his psychologist and tried to
overcome it. He did not do it for himself; he simply didn‘t wish to torture Avery and their children over
this.

A day before the funeral, Elliot received a phone call from Wanda.

It was the first time Wanda had taken the initiative to call him ever since they met two months ago.

Seeing the way Cole‘s company went into bankruptcy, Wanda was concerned that Elliot would have
more time to spare and that she would be his next target, and that was the reason for her phone call.

"Elliot, I heard something," Wanda said, "I had dinner with Charlie last night and asked him about the
crimson box when he got drunk." Elliot started breathing heavily.


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