"A glass of water, please." Elliot sat down on the sofa.
The housekeeper immediately brought a glass of water and handed it to him.
He took the water glass, took a sip, and began to think about the consequences he might face after getting the treatment.
He had not considered that before that day.
Gary's words gnawed at a lingering resentment that had festered in his dead heart.
"I was never this lonely.
"How did I end up falling so far?
"Did I really have to waste my life in meaningless existence?" he thought.
He could not accept it.
Whether he was Elliot or Nathan's illegitimate son, he should not let his life be destroyed or defined by anyone.
He did not want anyone to look up to him, and what he wanted was for everyone to know that they could not hope to reach his level.
After putting the glass down, he said to the housekeeper, "Give me a pen and a notepad.
The housekeeper immediately went and fetched them for him.
He took the pen and notepad back to the bedroom and locked the door.
He then strode to the desk after turning on the bedroom light.
If he decided to go ahead with the treatment, he needed to jot down some key information on paper.
Merely remembering her face and seeing her name made him feel the kind of pain that rivaled that of a thous?e&>SKT> arrows.
Humans had a built-in stress response, and his hands were shaking violently as he held the pen and tried to write down the name 'Avery Tate'!
He could not bring himself to write those two words.
The next day, at eight in the morning, Elliot
came out of the bedroom and the first thing he saw was Gary sitting on the living room sofa.
It was as clear as day that what Gary did was a way of forcing him to answer.
"Good morning, Elliot! Let's have some breakfast, and we can continue our talk after that." Gary got up with a smile and walked up to him.
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