Chapter 1101


    Elliot was so shocked that his back broke into a cold sweat.


    He had been sitting by the bed and eating the lollipop in pain as he scrolled through his phone when a


    sudden shriek came from behind him. Who would be able to handle that kind of shock?


    He brought the half-eaten lollipop over to Avery.


    "Why did you wake up so quickly?" He saw the anger in her eyes, then cooed, "I was worried it would


    melt, so I helped you eat some of it."


    "Why didn''t you just wake me?" Avery snatched the lollipop over and took a big bite. "I told you I was


    hot but you still ate it. Couldn''t you have just asked the butler to send up another one?" "Don''t eat too


    much of that stuff." Elliot caressed Avery''s forehead. "Do you still feel dizzy?"


    "I do!" Avery frowned. "Eating something cold like this helps."


    "There''s some soup that can help you sober up. Do you want some?"


    "I''ll have itter." Avery nced at the insted container. It was a pretty little


    pink container. "What kind of soup is it?"


    "I''ll open it up and check." Elliot brought the container over and opened the cover." It looks like tomato


    soup."


    "I want some." She was suddenly craving something with a little acidity.


    Elliot immediately poured out a bowl of soup for her.


    Avery finished her lollipop, had two full bowls of tomato soup, theny back down in bed once her


    cravings were satisfied.


    Just when she thought that she could finally fall into a deep slumber, a wave of nausea suddenly


    overcame her and she could not hold it back!


    "Blergh!"


    Avery stepped onto the carpeted floors in her bare feet and threw up into the trash can.


    She had thrown up the lollipop and the tomato soup she just had.


    Elliot hurried over, then helped her up with one arm and wiped her lips with a napkin with his other


    hand.


    "Are you going to drink ever again?" He frowned and sighed.


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    Avery shoved him aside and stormed into the bathroom.


    Elliot immediately called the butler and asked him toe and clean up.


    Once Avery threw up everything that was left in her stomach, she turned on the tap ;f %;WLP< wash


    her face with cold water.


    She felt better after throwing up. The heat she felt earlier also vanished, and she felt a little cold now


    instead.


    By the time she emerged from the bathroom, the butler had already finished cleaning up the bedroom.


    "Are you sober now?" Elliot could tell that her eyes were much clearer than before.


    "I was never drunk. I remember everything. " Avery walked over to the bed andy down. "We have


    three children. The eldest ones are almost eight and the youngest isn''t even a year old yet. We have


    more children than adults in our family. My parents are dead and so are my grandparents. Your parents


    are dead, too... Ah, that''s not right. The one who died wasn''t your biological father..."


    "Stop talking, Avery. Go to sleep." Ellioty down next to her and tucked her in. "You don''t want to end


    up feeling nauseous again."


    "What''s the meaning of life? Where do we go when we die? Could we just be imagining that we''re


    living, but we''re actually dead? And are the people who we think are dead actually living in a different


    world?"


    Elliot was at a loss for words.


    The next morning, Elliot was awakened by his phone''s ringtone.


    Avery had had too much to drink that night before and did not end up falling asleep until four in the


    morning.


    She was still sleeping soundly at that moment, but Elliot had a headache from being awakened.


    He answered the phone, then shut his eyes and said, "What is it?"


    "Sir, Nathan White surrendered himself at the police station this morning," Chad said on the other end


    of the line. "Do you want to check things out at the station?"


    "Surrender?" Elliot’s eyes shot open as his gaze turned cold. "What did he do wrong? Does he want


    me to bail him out? Tell him to forget about it!" "That''s not it," Chad exined. "He said he was the one


    who killed Eason Foster." The expression on Elliot''s face instantly froze.


    "The police have informed Henry Foster about this. A report has been filed and Nathan White could be


    looking at a death sentence," Chad continued. "Do you want to head over and check things out?"