"Why don't you head home first? I won't send you off," Wesley said and returned to the lab.

A week flew by in the blink of an eye.

The doors to the lab were pushed open and Avery exited the lab.

Wesley took her luggage, following her.

Elliot stood outside the door. Seeing her coming out of the lab, he immediately walked over to her and stretched his long arm out. He took over her luggage from Wesley.

"How is the child?" he asked Avery.

"Everything is normal for now." Avery sounded calm. It was as though they had not been fighting.

Elliot took her luggage with one hand and held her hand with the other, leading her out of the hospital.

On the way home, Elliot secretly snuck glances at her.

"What are you looking at me for? Just say what you want to say," said Avery, breaking the silence.

"Avery, I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, he said, "I have thought about it for a very long time. No matter how I think about it, I don't understand why Ivy looks so much like Layla. I lo