Chapter 1113 

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. 

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

struggling to his senses. He wiped away his tears

he drove out of the garage, he

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

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 GXRCKADV 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

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