His Eagle Eyes on Me

Chapter 1013

A voice in his head screamed, "You are not Eason Foster's son! You are not the chosen one! You are

not a high-born boy... That creep Nathan White is your real father!

There's evil blood flowing in your veins; that's why you are cruel, cold, and vicious! It won't end well for

you! Even if you change now, you are still going to have to pay for your father's sins! He will drag you

down to hell, and you will stay alongside him for all eternity!"

His stomach twisted and turned with nausea, and he raced toward the garage. He vomited the

breakfast he had just consumed.

Luckily, the garage was located on the right side of the mansion and no one saw him lose his

composure.

He stared blankly at his vomit, and tears welled up in his eyes when he realized that his background

was as filthy as the vomit on the ground.

It was not that he could not accept that he was not a son of the Foster family; he simply could not

that Nathan was his father. Furthermore, he had suffered too

at the hands of the Fosters to

with Shea and mom mean,

truth had not only robbed him of his identity as Elliot Foster,

pained him

life or Shea’s most respected brother. No one knew how much he had

to satisfy his mother and protect

and his stomach twitched in response. He sweated profusely, slowly struggling

senses. He wiped away his tears and swiftly calmed

and get in.

the garage, he sent

a barrel of water to clean the vomit in the garage.

as new, it was as though nothing

move toward the Sterling

for work or the upcoming wedding. He probably

properly until the issue with

Scarlet to

at him. "Mr. Foster, you don't look so well. Did you

you need breakfast?"

a pack of cigarettes >a$?XKP< tore at it with his long fingers. "There's no

said coldly.

cigarettes and coffee would help calm him

cloud of smoke, and opened the contact list on his phone.