When Elliot saw Hayden, he thought he had somehow entered the wrong room.

Why was Hayden here? How did he get here?

Elliot realized that this kid would always surprise him.

Of course, in this case, the surprise was not a delightful one.

"Why is my Mommy injured?" Hayden stood by the side of the bed, his eyes cold as he questioned his father.

Hayden had seen that Avery's forehead was wrapped in bandages. She must have been injured, which was why it had been bandaged.

Also, when he had called out to her, Avery had not reacted. He suspected that she might not be sleeping, but, instead, had passed out.

However, he had no choice but to wait for answers. He could not carry her away, nor could he treat her.

Elliot ignored Hayden's question. He looked at the small child condescendingly. "How did you come here? Who else came with you?"

"I'm alone!" Hayden was not afraid. The resentment in his eyes gradually grew. "You hurt my Mommy! I will never forgive you!"

Elliot snickered at Hayd