Chapter 272


    Chapter 272 She sat on the bed with unconceble joy on her face.


    Five years ago, her stepmother and Wanda’s younger brother, James, stole three hundred million from


    Tate Industries. After spending most of that fortune, greed had taken over him, and he had nned on


    making another fortune from Tate Industries. Only this time, he would not be met with three hundred


    million dors, just the cold hard hand of thew.


    A moment ago, officer Boyd, the police officer who was responsible for the case, had contacted Avery


    and informed her that James had already boarded the flight back to the country


    There was a team of officers at the airport, ready to ambush him. As soon as Jamesnded, he would


    be arrested.


    This was something that Avery had spent years waiting for, and even after hanging up, she could not


    seem to calm herself down. She wanted to share the good news with her friends, but it was three in the


    morning, and she could not bring herself to wake them.


    She got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to


    find a few cans of beer that her mother used for cooking. She took out the beer and went to sit down in


    the living room.


    At four in the morning, Elliot was rudely woken from his sleep by the sound of a ringing phone. He


    scowled and picked up the phone.


    When he saw Avery’s name, he thought that he had seen it wrong. He massaged the bridge of his


    nose and focused on the screen once again, but he was right. It was a call from Avery.


    He sat up and picked up the phone without further hesitation, thinking that something bad had


    happened for her to call him at this hour.


    The two of them had long be strangers who barely even spoke to one another when they met, so


    she could not possibly call him unless something had happened to her.


    “Hello... Elliot? Happy Birthday!”


    When he heard Avery’s drunken voice, his heart eased slightly, before tensing again.


    “She is calling because she’s drunk! She is okay!” de thought to himself, “But why is she drunk at this


    time? Is she not at home? She couldn’t be this drunk if she was home.”


    “Avery Tate, you are bing more and more ridiculous!” he scowled with disappointment in his voice.


    “... I called to wish you Happy Birthday, why are you yelling at me?” She squeezed and


    smashed the beer can in her hand. If only she had her hands on Elliot instead of the can, she would


    have strangled him to death.


    “My birthday‘s past,” Elliot reminded her, before asking, “Why are you drinking? What happened?


    Where are you? Give me the address!”


    He swung his legs off the bed and got out. Striding toward the closet, he took out a set of clothes.


    “Haha! I‘m at home! Why do you think I‘m this happy?” she giggled, abandoning herposure. Her


    happiness shone through her voice.


    He sat down by the bed at the sound of her wondrousughter.


    He could tell that she really was happy, but he simply did not know why.


    “It’s been so long since I heard youugh, Avery,” he said in a husky and seductive voice.


    The smile froze on her face, and for a moment, it felt as though the two of them were still in love.


    A sharp pain shot up her head and Avery tossed all the beer cans into the dustbin, before getting up


    from the couch to walk back to her bedroom.


    “Elliot Foster... I called you... to, to wish you Happy Birthday...”


    “You already did.”


    “Oh... Then I hope that you get a son soon.”


    Elliot could not work up a fit of anger at her thoughtlessment and simply said, “No, thank you.”


    “No son? Then I wish you good fortune!” She stumbled her way back to the bedroom and threw herself


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    back onto the bed. She breathed heavily as she felt heavy.


    An idea appeared in Elliot‘s mind when he heard her heavy breathing. It was said that the truth came


    when one was drunk, and he happened to have a question for her.


    “Avery, back then when you were pregnant with our child, did you really get rid of it?” he asked in a


    hoarse voice.


    Hayden resembled him, and he had simr ws in his personality as Shea did.


    Elliot could not stop thinking about Hayden. If their child had survived, he would have been the same


    age as Hayden,