Elliot entered the bedroom and closed the door. The room smelled of alcohol, and it was coming from Avery.

He walked over to the side of the bed and took her shoes off.

She was lying in bed without moving, unaware of everything.

He knew that she had bad alcohol tolerance, but this was the first time he had seen her dead drunk, after so many years of knowing her.

How sad must she have been to drink so much wine?

He sat by the side of the bed, looking at the flushed cheeks. His eyes slowly turned wet.

The thing he did not want most was to become a burden for her, but at that moment, he was suffocating her.

Seeing her in so much pain, his pain exceeded hers. If Angela had not brought him back to life, if he had died, then maybe she would have gotten out of her grief and not experience this torment.

Not long after, the nanny made some sobering drink and knocked on the door.

Elliot opened the room door.

"Mr. Foster, should we wake Avery up to get her to drink some of this? I'm