Chapter 112 

“I prescribed some medication to help, but he won’t take them,” said the doctor with a frown. “He won’t get better if he continues to refuse help.”,

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” said Rosalie.

“I heard that he listens to Miss Avery. Maybe we should—”

“Absolutely not!” Rosalie snapped furiously. “She’s the reason my son is like this. That woman brings nothing but bad luck!”

The doctor did not argue.

His only responsibility was to Elliot’s health.

“I know you didn’t mean to take her side…” Rosalie said as she tried to quickly reach a compromise. “Let’s see if he listens to me tomorrow.”

She only hoped for her son’s speedy recovery.

Everything else could wait.

Avery took a shower, she walked to the window and

snow on the ground looked like a layer of silver powder

a strange compulsion

wanted so badly to

to hear

that he would not answer her call, so

hear his voice, she wanted him

the message, then walked to the living room, took out the bag of yarn, and

stuck in

a nightmare in the middle of the

his eyes

nightmares

was that he was always an incomplete corpse that was reduced to

rotting away,

more every time he

up his phone and

the home page, and his

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