After two seconds of silence, he could no longer control himself and said, "Avery!"

His voice was filled with unconcealable concern for her.

She gagged a few times before the nausea finally passed.

Elliot regained his composure and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Avery, go lie down on the bed if you don't feel well."

Enraged by what he said, she hissed, "I don't need your pity!"

He did not need to tell her how great Chelsea was.

"I pity our child!" he said sternly as he tightened his grip on the phone.

"Why?" she asked sarcastically. "Is it because I haven't gotten rid of it?!"

"Avery Tate, do you really have to be so savage?!"

Elliot could not help but wonder whether he really was the villain she made him out to be. He had been overjoyed by the news of her pregnancy and had looked forward to the birth, and when the accident had happened, he had been deeply hurt as well.

"Who was the first one to start this savagery?" said Avery as she sat on her bed. Her eyes had grown red, an