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

Nathan was his father.

the hands of the

with Shea and mom mean, if

robbed him of his identity as Elliot Foster, but

that name. It pained him to think

life or Shea’s most respected brother. No one knew

his

stomach twitched in response.

his tears and swiftly calmed himself, before turning to open

and get in.

of the garage, he sent

with a barrel of

was as good as new, it was

the Sterling Group but instead, headed for Elliot's

not in the mood for work or the upcoming wedding. He probably would not be able to

properly until the

Mrs. Scarlet

Foster, you don't look so well. Did you not sleep well last night?

you need breakfast?"

>a$?XKP< tore at it with his

said coldly.

would help calm

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