Avery glanced at the children, then turned to Laura and said, "Take the kids to school. I'm sure he has a reason for being here."

As Laura led the children past Elliot, he noticed Layla's face.

It was true that Layla looked similar to Avery.

Layla's glistening wide eyes had a hint of hostility in them, and she glared at him when they walked past.

He wondered what thoughts could have been instilled in her for her to despise him to this extent.

Avery approached Elliot soon after.

"Why are you here this early in the morning?"

Elliot looked at Avery's cool, clean face, then asked with a complicated expression on his face, "Is she your biological daughter, Avery? She looks a lot like you."

"Did you come by just to look at my daughter?"

"Who's her father?" Elliot asked in a raised voice. "Since she's already in preschool, she's definitely more than three years old."

It seemed like Avery could not get away with saying that Layla was adopted.

Her daughter resembled her too much. La