The floodgates opened, and tears streamed down Avery's face as she looked at her son's stern and serious face.

Wesley immediately pulled Hayden aside.

"That's no way to be speaking to your mother, Hayden," Wesley whispered, "Don't you want Shea to survive?"

"Of course I do, but that has nothing to do with Elliot! I hate him, but I don't want to see him reduced to this!" Hayden's eyes were slightly red. "My goal is to defeat him. How am I supposed to achieve that now that he's lost everything