On the other end of the line, Elliot's hand gripped his phone tighter.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the hospital.

"Mr. Foster, I'm sorry. Your child couldn't be saved," said the doctor. "Miss Sanford passed out from sadness."

Rosalie was choking on her tears as she stood by the side. She could not speak.

Zoe's father, Richard, was carrying a black bag. His face was blue. In the bag he held was the dead fetus.

"Elliot, it was fine that you were unable to honor my daughter, however, how could you allow someone to harm my grandchild?! How terrible could you be!" Richard barked.

Elliot glanced at the black bag and said, "Give me the child."

His feelings for the dead child were complicated, however, sadness was not one of them.

However, the thought of Avery being responsible for the death of the child left him burning with rage. At the same time, a part of him was telling him to conduct a paternity test on the fetus.

"Hehe! Why do you want the child? Can you bring it back t