After two seconds of silence, he could no longer control himself and said, "Avery!"

His voice was filled with unconcealable concern for her.

She gagged a few times before the nausea finally passed.

Elliot regained his composure and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Avery, go lie down on the bed if you don't feel well."

Enraged by what he said, she hissed, "I don't need your pity!"

He did not need to tell her how great Chelsea was.

"I pity our child!" he said sternly as he tightened his grip on