Chapter 1217

“Give me a glass of water.” Elliot sat down on the sofa and simply ordered.

The nanny immediately brought a glass of water and handed it to him.

He took the water glass, took a sip, and began to think about the consequences he would face after the

operation.

–Before today, he hadn’t really thought about it.

–What Kyrie Jobin said to him tonight made his dead heart ignite a lingering hatred.

–He would not have been lonely here.

–Why did he fall like this?

–Does his life really have to be wasted in such a senseless way?

–He was not reconciled.

–Whether he is Elliot or Nathan’s illegitimate son, his life should not be destroyed and defined by

anyone.

–He doesn’t want anyone to look up to him, what he wants is that others can’t look up to him.

After putting the water glass down, he said to the nanny, “Give me a pen and a notepad.”

The nanny immediately went to get him a pen and notepad.

Elliot took the pen and notepad back to the bedroom and locked the door.

After turning on the bedroom light, he strode to the desk.

If this operation is to be done, then he needs to put some key information on paper.

In case, after the operation, he really don’t remember anything, and he can have a certificate for doing

things when he see this notebook in the future.

He hesitated for a few seconds before writing.

After he figured out what to write, he quickly wrote down——

——I have three children, Hayden, Layla, and Robert.

——Both of my parents died, and everyone I cared about has passed away.

Writing here, he suddenly stopped.

There was a sharp pain in his heart.

There seems to be nothing left to record.

Apart from the three children, the person he cared about most was Shea, but Shea was already dead.

And Avery… He didn’t want to think of her, let alone record her name.

As long as he thinks of her face and sees her name, he feels like he has been pierced by thousands of

arrows and is in pain.

The human body has a stress response. Elliot is holding the pen now and wants to write down the words

‘Avery’, but his fingers are shaking violently.

He couldn’t write this name ‘Avery’ at all.

The next day, eight in the morning.

Elliot came out of the bedroom.

At a glance, he saw Kyrie Jobin sitting on the sofa in the living room.

You don’t need to ask, you can guess that Kyrie is forcing him to answer.

“Elliot, you’re up. Let’s go to breakfast first. Let’s talk about business after breakfast.” Kyrie got up with a

smile and strode towards him.