It is not so much a secret as it is privacy.
Avery wrote all her account numbers and passwords in this notebook.
It’s just that Elliot’s not interested. He has no hobby of prying into the privacy of others.
He turned the paper over, and as a result, saw the photo she had pasted on the paper.
This is their previous sweet photo.
In the photo, the two of them are smiling happily.
Even, in front of the camera, Elliot kissed her cheek. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart arrhythmia, and his body temperature rose suddenly.
His fingers quickly flipped back…the back was full of pictures of him and her.
There are group photos in the living room, dining room, and bedroom at home, and there are group photos in restaurants, streets, and the seaside.
He didn’t look at the photos carefully because he didn’t want to recall the past. His past has been judged as a failure, and he does not want to repeat the same mistakes.
With a ‘pop’, he threw the notepad into the trash can next to it.
“Mr. Foster, your CT results are out.” The radiologist handed the printed paper report to him, “You’re recovering well, but you should pay attention in the future. Don’t overuse your brain or exercise vigorously in the near future. Take more rest.”
“Thank you.” Elliot took the paper report form, but out of the corner of his eyes fell on the trash can next to him.
Seeing that he was standing still, the doctor wondered, “You can show the results to Vice President Lewis. Let’s see what he has to say.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Are you still doing anything?” Didn’t move, so I asked.
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