There was no sign of two gestational sacs during the last checkup.

Avery could not believe that there were two babies inside of her a short week later.

She held the ultrasound scan in her hands as she sat in a quiet daze on one of the benches in the hospital corridor.

The doctor told her that the probability of being pregnant with twins was extremely low.

If she had an abortion now, she might never be able to have twins again.

Avery chuckled bitterly. All of this was the work of the Fosters' private doctors.

When they had implanted the fertilized eggs into her, they had not mentioned that she was going to have twins.

Perhaps in their eyes, she was nothing but a birthing tool for the Fosters from the beginning.

When she began to bleed the week before, she thought that her period had arrived. When the Fosters' doctors found out, they thought that the procedure had failed. When Elliot said that he would divorce her after he had woken up, the doctors had never seen her again.

The decision to give birth or not was now solely on

her shoulders.

Avery's phone rang in her bag. She had been in the hospital for over an hour.

She pulled out her phone, stood up, and walked toward the hospital's exit.

"Avery, your father's dying! Come home right away!"

Her mother's hoarse voice came from the other side of the line.

Avery was stunned.

Dad was dying? How could this be?

She knew that her father had been hospitalized after his company got in trouble. He could not even attend her wedding.

She did not know that his condition was this serious.

Avery's mind was a mess.

She did not have a good relationship with her father.

She could never forgive him for having an affair.

However, her heart stung painfully upon suddenly hearing the news of his serious illness.

The living room of the Tate house was a chaotic mess when Avery arrived.

straight to the master

His breathing was shallow and his eyes were

his arm in

why didn't you go to the hospital if you're this sick?" Avery said as she held her father's cold hand. Tears welled up in her eyes. "That's easy

you get a large sum of money from the Fosters? Why didn't you

how much money your father's company owes? Don't

saying such cruel words, Wanda heartlessly

not

of the day, Jack was still her father. He had always loved her, and she did not want

mad at her, Dad. It's not that she didn't want to get you treated, but the family really doesn't have much money," Avery sniffled as she stood crying by the bed.

deaf ear

looked at her with

Avery... My darling girl... I've failed you... I've failed your mother... I'll make it up

large hand holding

tore through the

heart throbbed in

her world underwent an earth-shattering

and pregnant, and her father

just a child herself, but life swept her up and pushed her into

was a gloomy

the funeral, not since the fall of the

service, Wanda went to

crowd scattered like a

long, Avery and Laura were the only ones left at the

were as dark as

Dad, Mom?" Avery asked as she stared at her father's gravestone through

her gaze and said in a dull voice, "I do. Even

Avery did not understand.

why are you

loved him," Laura sighed. "Relationships are complicated, Avery. It isn't just a matter of love or hate. It could also be

night, Avery dragged her worn out body back

Jack's death to the end of the funeral, the process had taken

not return to the mansion at all

from the Foster family contacted

not tell anyone in the Foster house

Elliot was colder than ice and frostier than

stepped into the courtyard, she noticed the mansion's lights were lit,

nines and chatting away merrily with wine glasses in

in her

noticed her and

the smile on Mrs. Cooper's face tensed as she hesitated. "It's raining outside. Come on in!" Mrs. Cooper said as she held Avery's arm and pulled her into

in a black trench coat with her slender, fair calves peeping out from underneath the

which was different from her

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