NovelOnline"I didn't hear anything about the body. What's wrong? You can't possibly be thinking of reviving her from the dead, right?" Mike's mind ran wild.
Avery's head started to hurt. "I was just asking, Mike. If | can revive the dead, then no one will truly die on this earth. Don't you think that's really scary?" "Oh. | didn't hear that Wesley will be coming back, so there probably won't be a body. Elliot must have gotten news that Shea was dead, though; he wouldn't have arranged a funeral otherwise.” "Yeah." "Are you really not coming back? Robert is still little. You can hand him over to the nanny and cback for a short trip." Mike wanted her to attend the funeral. No matter the nature of their relationships with Elliot, they had always been close to Shea.
"I've failed Shea," Avery spoke her mind in a hoarse voice. "If only | realized what she was thinking earlier on, | would not never have let her do what she's done. | feel like I'm going crazy. | met a patient that has the exact condition as Shea. Not only do | think that he looks like her, I've even gone so far as to imagining that there's a connection between him and Shea simply because they share the sblood type..." Mike was silenced at her confession. He had not known that she was treating another patient in Bridgedale.
"I've just realized it, but maybe it is their unique blood type that makes them more prone to this illness!" Avery said as sharp pai pierced through her heart.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe world was never short of coincidence, but the chances of ordinary people being exposed to those coincidences were slim.
It was likely that Adrian and Shea were not related in any way; they simply happened to share the sblood type and were both diagnosed with the scondition.
As for the resemblance in their looks, perhaps it was merely a result of how much Avery missed Shea.
"Avery, it's best that you don't attend the funeral. | think that you are not in right state of mind," Mike said after remaining silent for a few seconds. "Do you ever feel like everything seems small next to life >d.< QKY< death?" Avery hummed in response.
"Since we are still alive, then let's live our lives with joy!" Mike consoled, "I will take the kids to the funeral. Once it's over, | will wrap things up at work as soon as possible and bring the kids withto join you." "Okay." Meanwhile, in Elliot's mansion, all belongings in Shea's room had been organized and packed, before being moved and locked inside the warehouse.
Elliot thought of leaving her belongings as they were, but he couldn't help but wanting to go into her room. He would be reminded of her at the sight of her things and whenever he was reminded of her, he would also be reminded of why she died.
His psychologist told him that he should not consider Shea murdered if she was not forced into donating blood.
There was something more powerful than hatred in this world, and that was love.
Because of her love for Robert, Shea had saved him with no concern for her own life.
He should not turn Shea's love into neverending resentment, so he listened to his psychologist and tried to overcit.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe did not do it for himself; he simply didn't wish to torture Avery and their children over this.
A day before the funeral, Elliot received a phone call from Wanda.
It was the first tWanda had taken the initiative to call him ever since they met two months ago.
Seeing the way Cole's company went into bankruptcy, Wanda was concerned that Elliot would have more tto spare and that she would be his next target, and that was the reason for her phone call.
"Elliot, I heard something,” Wanda said, "I had dinner with Charlie last night and asked him about the crimson box when he got drunk." Elliot started breathing heavily.
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