Avery had been trying to get back to sleep, but the commotion between Elliot and Tammy over the results affected her, and she no longer felt the urge to sleep.

"Let's do it now then!" Avery headed upstairs to grab her bag.

A moment later, she returned with her bag in hand.

Elliot's gaze fell on her tummy. "Avery, do you not have a lift at home?"

"No." She knew what Elliot was thinking. He was worried that the pregnancy might be affected if she exhausted herself climbing up and down the stairs. She, however, did not feel exhausted at all.

Even if her tummy got bigger during the later stages of her pregnancy, she could still carry herself up and down the stairs.

"Either you move downstairs, or you install a lift. Your choice," said Elliot in a tone that brooked no argument.

"How am I going to install a lift? Are you asking me to tear down my house?" Avery glared at him. "If I can't climb the stairs anymore, naturally, I'll move downstairs."

Avery strode out of the house with El