At the same time, Elliot was out in the cool breeze on the hospital's veranda.It took Chad forever to finally locate him.He felt awful as he watched Elliot's lonely silhouette in the night."What are you doing here by yourself, Sir?" Chad said after composing himself. "It's time for dinner.""I can't eat," Elliot responded. His voice was cold and hoarse.Robert needed a blood change, but due to his peculiar blood type, they had yet to find a suitable source of blood.This was only the first of his woes.The second was that he knew there was a possibility that Shea's blood type could be a match for Robert.However, he could not reveal this matter.He could not allow Shea to donate blood to Robert.It took him 20 years to turn Shea's life from that of someone with a mental disability to one where she could gradually begin to care for herself like a regular person.All he hopes for was for Shea to maintain her current condition and continue to live her life normally.How cou
Avery left the hospital in her car.Her tears began to blur her line of vision without warning. She finally could no longer hold back and burst into gut-wrenching sobs.Before she allowed herself to cry, she brought the car to a halt by the street.If she had known that a premature birth would lead to such severe consequences for Robert, she would have controlled her emotions and avoided all of this pain.Seeing how Robert had to endure such torture at a young age was agonizing for Avery.She was willing to give up everything to take the suffering in her child's place!…In a certain mansion, Wanda was holding a glass of wine in her hand. The red liquid swished in the glass along with the movement of her wrist.She was holding her phone in her other hand and talking on the phone."You won, Chelsea." Her tone was especially pleasant. "Avery Tate's son is about to die. He probably could have been born healthy if it weren't for the premature birth."Chelsea had already found out
Mrs. Cooper thought about how Avery should not be handling heavy items right now, so she said thoughtfully, "Should I bring it up to your room for you?"Avery stared at the package in front of her, then shook her head and said, "I didn't buy anything, so I don't know what's inside. Please open it up for me.""Alright. I'll go get some scissors."When Mrs. Cooper went to get the scissors, Hayden and Layla walked over.Avery was in incredible pain from her wound, so she sat down on the couch."What's in the package, Mommy?" Layla asked as she arrived next to Avery."I don't know, either," Avery said. "I didn't buy anything recently."Hayden's brow furrowed. "Could it be something scary like the last time?" he guessed.His words sent alarms ringing in Avery's mind.Mrs. Cooper had said that the box was heavy. Could there be things like bricks or cement inside?"Take your sister to your room, Hayden." Avery was worried that there really was something horrifying in the package. It
Avery trembled as she walked toward the black headstone…"Avery! Don't look!" Mrs. Cooper snapped out of her shock and quickly blocked the headstone from view, not letting Avery catch a glimpse.Avery quickly rushed over to Mrs. Cooper and shoved her aside."I want to see it… Show me!"Before Mrs. Cooper blocked the headstone, she had already clearly seen the white text engraved on it.The words read "Here Lies Robert Foster"!Robert was still alive! Who would send such a thing to disgust her?!"Avery… Whoever sent this must have had cruel intentions! Let's call the police!" Mrs. Cooper held onto Avery's trembling yet rigid body as she consoled her. "You would be falling for their trap if you got too upset! You have to stay clear-headed, Avery! Robert is still alive! No matter what anyone says, he's still perfectly alive!"Mrs. Cooper's words instantly shattered Avery's emotions that she fought so hard to control.She held onto Mrs. Cooper and cried hoarsely, "Robert's in crit
Perhaps it was just as Avery had said. He was not worthy of raising children or being a father!With his own life in shambles, how was he supposed to care for a child?By the time Wesley rushed over, only Mike and Chad were left waiting at the neonatal unit."What's that, Wesley?" Mike asked when he noticed the case Wesley was holding.The words "Blood Transfusion Kit" was printed on the case."Blood," Wesley responded, then made his way toward the attending doctor's office.Mike and Chad followed him."Is that blood that Robert could use? Is it that RH negative stuff?""Yes, but there isn't much," Wesley said.Mike and Chad were dumbfounded."Where did you manage to get it, Wesley?"Wesley did not answer that question. His heart was heavy.When he asked Shea if she was willing to donate blood to Robert, she nodded her head without hesitation.After that, he ran a series of basic tests to see if Shea was in suitable condition to donate blood.The results showed that she w
Elliot's pace quickened as he made his way up to the master bedroom.When he opened the door, the lamp on the nightstand was turned on. Avery was sitting with her eyes wide open. They were blank globes of emptiness as if someone had taken her soul away."We found the blood, Avery," Elliot said as he walked into the room.This news was more useful than any of his consolation.Avery immediately sat up when he heard his words.Elliot quickly rushed over and held her."Stay home and rest, Avery. I'll go to the hospital right now and see." He saw the light gradually return to her face and comforted, "Robert will be better.""Have they started the blood transfusion?" Avery grabbed Elliot's arm and gazed at him with an expression of anticipation."The doctor is testing the blood right now. Wesley brought it over, so there shouldn't be any issues," he said hoarsely. "You don't look too good. Get some rest. I'll let you know right away if I get any news from the hospital."Avery let ou
WIth furrowed brows, Elliot pulled out his phone and dialed Wesley's number.A few seconds after the call was made, he heard Wesley's exhausted voice."How's Robert doing?""Where did you get the blood, Wesley?" Elliot walked over to a secluded corner, then raised his voice and demanded, "You should know what I'm asking about!"Shea spent every single day with Wesley.There was a high possibility that the blood that he brought belonged to Shea.Wesley did not want to lie, nor did he want to tell him the truth right away."I don't think we have a trusting relationship, Elliot Foster," Wesley said calmly. "Would you trust what I say? Did you ever believe me back when I explained that there was nothing going on between Avery and me?""This is a separate matter entirely.""I've had a long day." Wesley did not want to continue speaking to him. "If you want to know if the blood was Shea's, then you can ask her directly. I'm sure she will answer your question.""You don't think I'll
Elliot walked over to the intensive care unit and sat on a bench outside.Mike sat down next to him."Go home and get some rest," Elliot said."I'm used to staying up at night. I won't be able to sleep if I went back now." Mike leaned back against the chair and scrolled through his phone. "I'm looking for sources in Bridgedale… It's not like people who have this rare blood type don't exist. Why do you think nobody's donating? Are we not offering enough money?""Not everyone knows their blood type, and not everyone knows about our needs." Elliot's eyes were cold as he said, "The world's bigger than we think it is. Plenty of people live in areas with no electricity or water. They don't even know what the internet is."Mike stared at him carefully and said, "That makes sense. I think I know why all those women fall for you. You're capable, but you also sometimes drive people mad.""Please elaborate." Perhaps it was because of the silence of the night, but Elliot felt calmer."Do yo