Chapter 1996


    "She no longer has a fever, why is she still not awake yet?" Mike had been by her watching over her


    for more than an hour. He turned to the doctor, waiting for an answer.


    The doctor walked over to the side of the bed and lifted Avery''s eyelids.


    "Miss Tate is most probably... sleeping."


    Mike let out a sigh of relief. "Are you sure she isn''t in any danger?"


    The doctor replied, "I can''t guarantee it. Unless you get Miss Tate to do a detailed body checkup..."


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    Avery was probably frightened by the doctor''s words, so she opened her eyes.


    "Miss Tate, you''re up!" The doctor saw her waking up, and he immediately said, "I just gave you


    something for your fever. How are you feeling right now?"


    Avery looked at the doctor before looking at Mike.


    "You were having a fever. I don''t know why you were having a fever. The weather isn''t cold at all!"


    Mike grumbled.


    "Maybe it might be a bacterial or viral infection. It might not be due to the cold," the doctor said.


    "Hmm. Thank you foring. Let me send you off," Mike said.


    "No need. You take care of Miss Tate! If you have any problems, call me immediately," The doctor


    said politely before leaving.


    After the doctor left, Mike poured Avery a cup of warm water.


    "The doctor said you have to drink more water."


    Avery looked at the water Mike passed to her coldly. She did not move.


    "Do you want me to get a straw, that way you can drink while lying down," Mike amodated her


    in every way.


    "What time is it?" Avery said. Her voice was hoarse and her voice sounded like it belonged to


    another person.


    "It''s about nine-something I came to wake you up for breakfast this morning, but I found out you


    were having a fever." Mike ced the cup by the nightstand." Thankfully, your fever is gone, but


    you''re soaked in sweat. Why don''t you take a shower?"


    Avery''s memories slowly returned to her. "Where are the photos?" There was nothing in her hands.


    She remembered she was holding onto the photos.


    "It is in the living area. Why do you want to look at the photo? What happens if you pass out once


    more?" Mike did not want to get the photos for her. "Why do you think the photos are real? If Elliot is


    truly dead ;f): RNT; has been cremated, why did they not send his ashes over too? We could scan


    the DNA even with ashes, right?"


    Mike''s words brightened Avery''s dimmed eyes a little.


    "Avery, you''re a smart person, why would you be so easily fooled by two photos?


    Right now, we can be sure that the person that sent you the photos should be in Bridgedale, so


    whether Elliot is dead or alive, he should be in Bridgedale too. Your previous spections might be


    correct. You should go ording to your previous n and continue researching..."


    Avery obeyed him and immediately uncovered her sheets and sat up.


    "Drink some water first." Mike picked the cup up and passed it to her. "The express mail yesterday, I


    checked the sender''s information. The name was a fake one, and so was the number. The address


    was from a trash station. The trash station is going to be closed down by the end of this year. There


    are not that many workers there anymore."


    "Mike, you asked why I was so easily fooled by the photos because I care for him. The photos might


    be real, but they might also be fake. As long as there is a one percent chance that it is real, I won''t


    be able to take it," Avery exined herself and drank up the water. "But you reminded me that even


    if he is truly dead, I have to see his ashes for myself and personally do a test to see that the ashes


    belong to him, then only 1 can be sure that he is truly dead. Two photos can’t pronounce a person


    dead!"


    Avery ced her cup on her desk before walking over to her closet and taking a set of clean clothes


    out.