After two seconds of silence, he could no longer control himself and called out to her, "Avery!"
His voice was filled with unconcealable concern for her.
She gagged a few times and finally the nausea had passed.
Elliot regained his composure and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Avery, go lay down on the bed if you don't feel well."
Enraged by what he had said, she retorted," I don't need your pity!"
He didn’t need to tell her how great Chelsea was.
"I pity our child!" He said sternly as he tightened his grip on the phone.
"Why so?" She questioned sarcastically," because I haven't got rid of it?!"
"Avery Tate, do you really have to be so aggressive?!"
Elliot couldn't help but wonder if he really was the villain like she said he was. He had been overjoyed about their child and looked forward to it coming into the world; and when the accident happened, he had been deeply hurt as well.
"Who started it first?" Avery sat by the bed, her eyes reddening as her fingers dug into the sheets. "Chelsea is obedient and understanding... Repeat everything you just said!"
Elliot moved his lips but couldn't utter a word.
"Don't disgust me ever again!" She said sternly, before hanging up.
Elliot closed his eyes in despair.
He had been too reckless. He was blinded by rage and had forgotten that she was still pregnant with his child.
'How could I say something like that to her?
"Elliot, let's go eat!" Chelsea opened the door to his office and reminded him that it was time to get off work.
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