Chapter 235 If Avery had an ounce of dignity left, she would end the call immediately.
As expected, Avery suddenly became aware when she heard Zoe’s voice.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your date. I‘ll accept the gift, but I won‘t give you anything in return. Please don’t give me anything ever again.”
She then hung up the phone before Elliot could respond.
The sound of the call being ended made Elliot feel like his heart was pierced, and a dull ache radiated from it.
“I heard Avery locked herself in her car last night. Is she alright now?” Zoe asked.
“She‘s fine.” Elliot was disinterested and did not want to discuss Avery. “You mentioned there was a doctor you wanted to recommend. Who is it?”
Zoe pulled out a business card from her bag and handed it over to Elliot.
“I heard that this is Aryadelle‘s top psychiatrist. Her appointments are booked up until next year. I used my connections and managed to get you a slot for next Wednesday morning. You can take Shea to see her, then.”
Elliot glanced at the business card.
It was the same psychiatrist that their family doctor had recommended.
Over at the Starry River Villa, Avery came out from her shower and walked over to the children’
s room.
Layla was watching TV while Hayden was working on a jigsaw puzzle.
Avery had set their bedtime at 9 p.m., so they were free to do whatever they wanted before
that.
“Mommy,” Hayden called out when he noticed Avery and put his puzzle away.
Avery walked over to her son, sat down and asked gently, “Are you upset that I took your laptop away?”
Hayden nodded.
Life was not complete without his laptop.
However…
“I still love you all the same,” Hayden said as he looked earnestly at his mother.
Avery‘s heart melted instantly.
She pulled her son into her arms and sniffled, “I‘ll give it back to you after a while.”
“Okay,” Hayden said as his eyes softened. “Go to bed, Mommy. I‘ll tuck Layla in soon.”
“Okay.”
The room lights were turned off at 9 p.m. and the children lay in bed.
Layla’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling as her eyes filled with uneasiness.
“Hayden, I want to open up that box but I can‘t. Can you open it for me?” Layla asked as she reached out and gently shook her brother‘s arm.
“We‘ll open it tomorrow.”
“I really want to see what‘s inside right now. Do you think there‘ll be some beautiful jewelry inside?”
“No way,” Hayden said firmly.
Elliot Foster was a man.
Why would he keep jewelry in his study?
Layla shot up, suddenly refreshed.
“I won‘t go to sleep if you don‘t open it right now, Hayden,” Layla whined. “I won‘t sleep at all tonight… I‘ll just tire myself to death.”
Hearing his sister‘s gibberish made Hayden take a deep breath.
He sat up, turned on the bedside lamp and adjusted it to the lowest brightness.
Layla immediately leaped out of bed and pulled the box out from underneath the bed.
She handed the box over to her brother with both hands as if presenting him with a treasure.
“What if you can‘t open it either, Hayden?” Layla mumbled as she stared at the box.
Just as she said those words, Hayden easily opened up the box.
Layla was stunned, then asked excitedly, “What‘s inside?”
Hayden showed the open box to Layla.
It was not beautiful jewelry.
The light in Layla’s eyes instantly vanished.
“What is that?” she asked as she poured out the contents of the box.
