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 much

the Fosters to disentangle

with Shea and mom mean, if I'm not Elliot

of his identity as Elliot Foster,

pained him to think

most respected brother. No one knew how much he had given

satisfy his mother

twitched in response. He

his tears and swiftly calmed himself, before turning to

and get in.

drove out of the garage, he sent a message

hurried outside with a barrel of water to clean the vomit

good as new, it was as though nothing had

not move toward the Sterling Group but

work or the upcoming

or eat properly until the issue with

home, he asked Mrs. Scarlet to make him

Scarlet glanced at him. "Mr. Foster, you don't look

you need breakfast?"

cigarettes >a$?XKP< tore at it with his

said coldly.

coffee would help calm

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