Chapter 4

When Avery returned to Elliot's mansion, she was immediately taken to the hospital for a medical checkup by two doctors. If she was ovulating, they would extract the eggs from her body. Otherwise, they would give her a shot to stimulate ovulation. "There's no need to worry, Mrs. Foster. This might hurt a little, but once you give birth to Mr. Foster's child, your position in the Fosters will be secure," consoled one of the female doctors. Avery lay on the bed as her heartbeat quickened. "How long will it take to make that happen?" "It's hard to say. If we're lucky, it would take three to four months. Otherwise, it might take forever," said the doctor. She then paused before adding, "You're young, so I'm sure this will go smoothly." Once everything was over, Avery returned to Elliot's mansion. As soon as she reached home, the first thing she did was check up on Elliot. He was lying motionlessly on the bed as usual, and she watched as a servant changed his clothes. The high-end bespoke pieces he wore looked more like burial clothes because of how pale his complexion was. "When will you wake up?" Avery sighed. Elliot's eyelashes twitched slightly and he acted as if nothing had happened. That evening, Avery emerged from the bathroom after a shower. She sat by the bed, took out the new face cream she had bought that day, and massaged it onto her skin. "Hey, Elliot, do you want me to put some of this on you? The weather has been dry lately," Avery said as she walked over to Elliot's side. She sat on the edge of the bed, then spread the cream on Elliot's face with her fingers. Elliot's eyes suddenly shot open. His eyes were a deep shade of amber, and they shone like gemstones. The sparkle in his gaze shocked Avery so much that her breathing turned heavy. Her fingers continued to massage his cheeks gently as she mumbled to herself. "I read online that the reason you've never had a girlfriend before is because of your body… But I don't think you're that bad! You have strong arms…and these muscular legs…" Once she was done putting the cream on him, she patted her hands on Elliot's arms and legs. Her touch was light enough that it would not hurt him. However, Elliot's response made her eyes widen instantly because she thought she heard the sound of a man's voice. "Was that you, Elliot? Did you say something just now?" Avery exclaimed as she sprung off the bed. Her almond-shaped eyes stared intensely at him. Elliot stared back at her too. There was something different about his gaze. When he used to open his eyes before, they were lifeless and empty. This time, the eyes staring at Avery had emotion in them, even if those emotions bore a hint of anger, hatred, and suspicion. "Mrs. Cooper!" Avery cried as she rushed downstairs like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Mrs. Cooper, Elliot's awake! He just spoke! He's really awake!" Her cheeks were flushed, her heartbeat was irregular, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Elliot was awake. Avery was sure that he was awake, because he had spoken to her in addition to opening his eyes. Even though his voice was husky and he spoke slowly, it was threatening. Elliot had asked her, "Who are you?" Avery's mind went blank at that moment. Everyone around her had told her that he was going to die soon, so she had never thought about what she would do if he ever woke up. Mrs. Cooper, the doctor, and the bodyguard rushed over upon hearing Avery's cry. The mansion was filled with people half an hour later. Everyone was in shock. None of them thought that Elliot would ever wake up. "I knew you would wake up, Elliot!" Rosalie exclaimed through tears of happiness. "It's good that you're awake now, Elliot," said Henry. "You have no idea how worried all of us were, especially Mother. She was so upset that all of her hair turned gray." After the doctor was done checking on Elliot's condition, he turned to Rosalie and said, "This truly is a miracle! There were no signs of recovery when I checked on him last time. Now that Mr. Foster can speak, we just have to follow up with rehabilitation treatment, and he will be back to normal in no time." The good news came so suddenly that Rosalie could not bear it. Her legs buckled, and she fainted from shock. Henry caught his mother and carried her out of the room. The doctor, Mrs. Cooper, and the bodyguard remained in the room while Avery stood at the door in stunned silence. She was too afraid to enter. The chilling aura that Elliot exuded upon regaining consciousness was terrifying. He sat up with his back against the headboard, and his sharp eyes shot an icy glare at Avery. "Who is she?" he said in a powerful, deep, and scornful voice. The doctor was so scared that he did not dare to breathe too heavily. Mrs. Cooper bowed her head and explained, "Master Elliot, she is the wife that Madam Rosalie arranged for you while you were sick. Her name is—" Elliot's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was dull and indifferent as he spoke, "Get her out of here!"