When Elliot saw Avery and Sandra arrive, the cold expression on his face did not change.

There was nobody in Wesley's apartment.

He had taken Shea away and nobody knew where they were!

"What are you doing here, Mr. Foster?" asked Sandra. "Are you also here to ask Wesley about that half-pint of blood?"

Avery saw Elliot almost lose control of his emotions, and quickly walked over to him.

"Calm down, Elliot!" she hissed under her breath. "Uncle William and Aunt Sandra don't know where Wesley went. I'll think of a way to get in touch with him. Give me some time!"

Elliot's eyes were bloodshot and the coldness on his face was indifferent to the world.

It was his meticulous and constant care that allowed Shea to live a peaceful and healthy life until now.

Her condition finally took a turn for the better and she was beginning to live a life that was closer to that of a regular person, but Wesley ruined it all!

How dare he draw Shea's blood?! Where did he find the guts to do that?!

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