When His Eyes Opened (full chapter)

Chapter 1013

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 accept the fact that Nathan was his father. Furthermore, he had suffered too much psychological torture at the hands of the Fosters to disentangle himself from them.
“What do my bonds with Shea and mom mean, if I’m not Elliot Foster?” thought Elliot. The truth had not only robbed him of his identity as Elliot Foster, but it had seized him of all the relationships that were attached to that name. It pained him to think that he was not the pride of his mother’s life or Shea’s most respected brother. No one knew how much he had given throughout the years to satisfy his mother and protect Shea.

A cold breeze blew, and his stomach twitched in response. He sweated profusely, slowly struggling to his senses. He wiped away his tears and swiftly calmed himself, before turning to open the car door and get in.
As he drove out of the garage, he sent a message to Mrs. Cooper. Shortly after, Mrs. Cooper hurried outside with a barrel of water to clean the vomit in the garage. Soon the ground was as good as new, it was as though nothing had happed. The black Rolls-Roice did not move toward the Sterling Group but instead, headed for Elliot’s house. He was not in the mood for work or the upcoming wedding. He probably would not be able to sleep at night or eat properly until the issue with Nathan was resolved.
Upon arriving home, he asked Mrs. Scarlet to make him a pot of tea. Mrs. Scarlet glanced at him. “Mr. Foster, you don’t look so well. Did you not sleep well last night? Do you need breakfast?” He found a pack of cigarettes EYC5|WAY tore at it with his long fingers. “There’s no need for that,” he said coldly. Only cigarettes and coffee would help calm him down swiftly He took a puff of the cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and opened the contact list on his
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