However, Jun and Tammy went to see Avery themselves, so Elliot preferred to believe them more.
Also, Avery's eyes had already recovered. It was just a scare.
"Hey, you made us stay for a meal just to ask us this?" Tammy teased. "You two have already divorced, also you planned to take
Avery's company down, and now you pretend that you care about her. How contradictory of a person are you?"
"She sold the company off," Elliot said." Ben blamedfor being too cruel to her. Ben is right. | was indeed cruel to her. If I—"
He wanted to say that if he knew that she was sick, he would not have been so cruel to her.
However, before he could finish his sentence, Tammy immediately sprung up from her chair.
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"Elliot! You're an unadulterated son of a b* tch! | hope that you end up alone! A person like you doesn't deserve any love!" Tammy
said angrily and stormed off.
Jun saw his wife leaving and saw Elliot's face turning blue. He was stuck in the middle.
"Elliot, don't take Tammy's words to heart—
"Jun Hertz, are you coming or not!" Tammy had already picked her daughter up from Mrs. Cooper's arms. She yelled into the dining
hall.
"Honey, wait up! I'm coming!" Jun bade Elliot farewell and immediately left the dining hall.
After they left, the entire mansion was instantly quiet once more.
Elliot rubbed the middle of his brows. He could not calm down. He had begun to doubt his version of events and wondered whether
there might be a possibility that she had told him in her call that she had lost her sight, but because he had been so fixated on
flying to Ylore to find Ivy, he had not heard her.
Avery was not an unreasonable person. Back then, something must have happened to her eyes, yet he had insisted on going to
Ylore and that was why she had been so angry, insisting on divorcing him even if it meant giving up Layla and Robert.
There was another method to prove that point. That was to check the conversation recording.
Elliot looked at his phone and found the call he made with Avery at the airport a few months ago. He looked at the call time. Back
then, the call seemed like it went on for ages when it was barely three minutes.
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Only a few months had passed, :a!:PNQ; his memories started to go askew, which was why the conversation could have been off
too.
He quickly finished his meal and left with his phone. He arrived at the telecommunication company, requesting the recording of
that call.
"Mr. Foster, because the recording that you requested is quite stback, so we might need stto check on it," the
staff said. "You can head hfirst. Once we find the recording, we will inform you immediately." "Please send the recording
directly to my email." Elliot wrote his email on a piece of paper and passed it to the staff.
"Okay."
Coming out of the telecommunication company, Elliot drove to his office. It was as if the world had been paused. He felt as if he
was in a dead city. He found the music in his car noisy, and it was giving him a headache.
What was the truth?