Elliot entered the bedroom and closed the door. The room smelled of alcohol, and it was coming from Avery.
He walked over to the side of the bed and took her shoes off.
She was lying in bed without moving, unaware of everything.
He knew that she had bad alcohol tolerance, but this was the first time he had seen her dead drunk, after so many years of knowing her.
How sad must she have been to drink so much wine?
He sat by the side of the bed, looking at the flushed cheeks. His eyes slowly turned wet.
The thing he did not want most was to become a burden for her, but at that moment, he was suffocating her.
Seeing her in so much pain, his pain exceeded hers. If Angela had not brought him back to life, if he had died, then maybe she would have gotten out of her grief and not experience this torment.
Not long after, the nanny made some sobering drink and knocked on the door.
Elliot opened the room door.
"Mr. Foster, should we wake Avery up to get her to drink some of this? I'm afraid she has alcohol poisoning," the nanny said worriedly. "Dinner is ready. Why don't you go and eat? I'll wake her up."
Elliot could not bear to wake her up, so he walked out of the room.
He sat down by the dining table and looked at his phone. He had a few notifications regarding the news related to the Marshall's Award that day.
He casually tapped into one of them and saw Angela in the white dress holding the award, standing on stage, dazzling.
Her smile and gaze were glimmering with victory. Since Angela had gotten famous, the media had also interviewed her fiance, Dean Jennings.
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