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

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

the Fosters to disentangle

Shea and mom mean, if I'm not Elliot

his identity as Elliot Foster, but it

pained him to think

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

satisfy his

blew, and his stomach twitched in

and swiftly calmed himself, before turning to open the car

and get in.

the garage,

of water to clean the vomit in

as new, it was as though nothing had

the Sterling Group but instead, headed for Elliot's

mood for work or the upcoming wedding. He probably would not

the

arriving home, he asked Mrs. Scarlet

don't look

you need breakfast?"

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

said coldly.

coffee would help calm him down

a puff of the cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and opened the contact list