Avery's words were ambiguous, but Elliot understood the deeper meaning behind her words.

She was warning him not to get any ideas about Hayden and Layla. It did not matter whether or not they were twins, neither did it matter if Hayden was his son or not. The only child that belonged to him was the one she was carrying.

In the past, Elliot would have begun shouting at her by this point, but he was more stable now than he was before, and her answer was better than nothing.

Avery dabbed on some ointment and picked up the gauze. She had intended to bandage his wound.

"Just stick a simple plaster on it," Elliot said. He thought that bandaging the wound was going a bit too far, and people might end up thinking that he had suffered a far more serious injury than he had.

Avery ignored his request, placed the gauze on the wound, and began to bandage his hand.

"Keep the wound dry for the next couple of days," she instructed.

"How am I going to take a shower, then?" Elliot asked.

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