Chapter 907

Startled, she immediately retracted her hand. "Don't touch me, Elliot!" She stared at him in fear as though she was facing a monster. He said he was ill and she thought that she could accept whatever illness he had; but now that he said he had murdered someone, and that it was his father no less, she couldn't find a way to accept it. He felt a lump in his throat at her reaction. There was so much more that he wished to tell her, but he knew that she might not want to listen. The waiter brought over the coffee and set the cups down in front of them. Avery took the cup and took a big sip; Elliot, on the other hand, looked at her calmly and waited for her to calm down. "Elliot Foster, if you are capable of murdering your own father, what else are you not capable of in this world?" She had slightly calmed down, but still felt unsettled. She had thought that she knew the man before her, but he could always surprise or scare her. "Are you going to judge me without even asking me why I