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 being 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 noting back? Robert is still little. You can hand him over to the nanny ande


    back for a short trip."


    Mike wanted her to attend the funeral. No matter the nature of their rtionships 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 rted in any way; they simply happened to share the


    same blood type and were both diagnosed with the same condition.


    As for the resemnce 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


    ovee 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‘spany went into bankruptcy, Wanda was concerned that Elliot would have


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    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 Charliest night and asked him about the


    crimson box when he got drunk." Elliot started breathing heavily.