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

was his father. Furthermore,

the hands of the

and mom mean, if I'm not Elliot Foster?"

as Elliot Foster, but it had seized him of

attached to that name. It pained him to think that he was not the pride

respected brother. No one knew how much he had

to satisfy his mother

cold breeze blew, and his stomach twitched in response. He

wiped away his tears and swiftly calmed himself, before

and get in.

of the garage, he sent

outside with a barrel of water to clean the

was as good as new, it was as though nothing

not move toward the Sterling Group

or the upcoming wedding. He probably would not be

the

Scarlet to make him a pot of

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

you need breakfast?"

cigarettes >a$?XKP< tore at it with his long fingers. "There's

said coldly.

cigarettes and coffee would help

a cloud of smoke,