Chapter 299
Chapter 299
Mike immediately took off his jacket and draped it over her.
"Go back!" Avery's eyes were filled with tears, but her voice was aloof and stern. "How could you let an
outsider take care of the kids!"
Her mother had passed away. She had decided that she could not let anything happen to her children.
If anything were to happen to her children, she would not be able to live. 1
Mike looked at how sad and angry she was. His mind was a mess.
"I'll go back now! Stop crying!" Mike reached out and wiped the tears from her face. "I won't bring him
home in the future! Don't cry anymore!" Mike said frantically before leaving quickly.
While all this was going on, Elliot was at another hospital. He pushed the door to the ward open. Zoe
was on the bed, and when she saw him, she immediately squeezed two streams of tears out of her
eyes. 1
Rosalie strode to the door and pulled him in.
"Elliot, how could you two be so careless? The child is already so huge, yet none of you knew about it."
Although Rosalie's tone was reproachful, her face was filled with smiles. "The doctor has just checked
up on
Zoe. Mother and son are safe."
Mother and son? Zoe was pregnant with a son? How ridiculous!
"Elliot, I'm sorry! I didn't know I was pregnant. I have hypomenorrhea, my menstruation is usually never
on time. When I'm stressed, my period usually comes after every six months. So, unlike other women, I
can't tell whether I'm pregnant or not based on how late my period is. I never thought I would be
pregnant," Zoe explained while looking at Elliot's cold face. 2
"Abort it!" His voice was cold and ruthless.
Those two words almost killed Zoe. At the same time, Rosalie almost passed out.
"No! You can't abort the child!" Rosalie, with the help of the nanny, quickly collected her thoughts and
said strongly, "Zoe has hypomenorrhea. It's hard for her to get pregnant! Also, she is quite old. The
child in her is quite big too. If you abort the child at this stage, it might kill her! Do you want to continue
Shea's treatment? Elliot, consider that!"
Elliot's face turned blue upon hearing his mother's words. He needed Zoe to treat Shea, so nothing can
happen to Zoe.
He took a step back. He was so heartbroken it was suffocating. His pride, dignity, and courage had
been stepped on by others. Every step he took had been a mistake!
Other than bearing it, was there any other choice?
He strode out of the ward. Zoe's tears fell silently.
"Zoe, don't cry! I'm here. He won't dare to touch you!" Rosalie passed Zoe a tissue to wipe her face.
"You must have the child. Only by having the child, can I guarantee that he will marry you! As long as
I'm alive, your standing in the Fosters will never change!"
Zoe croaked, "He must hate me to death. He doesn't like children. Even if I gave birth to one, he would
not like it-"
"Zoe, no! As long as you give birth to a healthy child, he will like it. Who wouldn't like their own
children?" In an effort to comfort Zoe, she told her the truth about Elliot. "Elliot is kinder than anyone
else. He only doesn't want a child because he is afraid that the child would be unhealthy, and it might
suffer from pain and discrimination in the future."
"Why? Wouldn't there be checkups? If the child is not healthy, I will not carry it to term," said Zoe. She
stopped crying.
Rosalie hesitated. She did explain the deeper reason behind her statement. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.
"Zoe, just remember what I said. As long as the child in you has no problems, he will not treat you and
your child badly."
Zoe nodded. "I got it."
The next day, the news of Zoe's pregnancy was released, and it spread throughout the city of
Avonsville.
Avery was at the funeral parlor when she heard the news.
"That woman sure is smart! Getting pregnant with Elliot's child. Even if she doesn't marry into the
Fosters in the future, she could ensure her standing with the child!"
"Yes! How infuriating! Elliot is not only rich, but he is also good-looking! To be able to be selected by
him to bear his child, isn't that just a modern-day Cinderelli!" 2
Avery carried her mother's urn as she walked, step by step, out of the funeral parlor.