At the Foster mansion, Elliot did not get a wink of sleep all night.
Logically, Shea's mental state was better than it was before.
She could even memorize Elliot's phone number.
There was no reason for her to spend all night hiding outside by herself.
The night before, Elliot stationed some of his people at the Starry River neighborhood.
He had not received any news since, which means that there was still no trace of Shea.
The weather was warmer than it was during the new year, but she could still catch a cold if she was roaming around on the streets.
Where could Shea be hiding?
Did a good Samaritan take her in?
Elliot blamed himself.
Shea had tried to run away before her first surgery.
Since her intellect had improved, Elliot thought that she would have higher endurance, too.
He had explained to her again and again the reason behind the surgery, so he had thought that she
understood him to some extent.
Who would have thought that she would still be so against it?
If he had known this would be the outcome, then perhaps he would not have been so insistent about the surgery.
However, he did not want her to be mentally disabled for her entire life!
What if he dies before her?
Who was going to care for her once he's gone?
Elliot could not bear the thought of Shea being picked on.
The mere thought of it was unacceptable to him.
To Elliot, there were two types of people in this world.
The first was the average person, and the second was him and Shea.
Elliot drove over to the Starry River neighborhood and searched every corner once again.
Later, he visited the neighborhood's surveillance center and checked the entry and exit records of every car.
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