A few women were talking so loud that Avery couldn't hear what was said on the phone. She covered it while walking to a quiet corner. Then she resumed, "Are you saying they withdraw the lawsuit against Jessica?"

The way Avery asked suggested she had no idea of it before.

Avery asked for Mr. Black's help in case Diana thought of any trick against her. They got the wife of the police chief, so she could catch her husband on the bed with another woman. And they would make a video. So they had something on the police chief, forcing him to deal with the matter with fairness.

However, none of that happened, and Jessica's case was dropped?

Did Mamai Abraham decide to leg Jessica off the hook? Or did someone give her a hand without letting her know it?

Avery looked at the women who were still fighting. Diana was in the center. Without much on, she was almost stripped.

"Hmm. They say that they would take Jessica back home soon."

But, Jessica's life would be in hell after she went back. Her mother was already indifferent to her. And there was her sister. She would not miss any opportunity to be mean to Jessica.

"When will that be? I want to pick her up."

Avery had an appointment with Charles. She could drop by the police station to pick up Jessica.

"They say it takes another two hours to finish the procedures."

Avery hummed and hung up after saying goodbye. Then she took some pictures of Diana.

On the other end of the hall, the hotel's security rushed here, seeing the brawling on the surveillance.

One waiter came to Avery, "Miss Peters, a Mr. Black, living in our hotel, asks me to find you. She smashed up something in the hotel. So..."

"You need compensation, right?"

Avery understood. It was unlikely they didn't break anything. The noises were great from the fight.

"Please come with me to the office. Our account will confirm a list of things that need to be compensated with you. There are some valuable ornaments..."

Avery dozed off for a bit before nodding. It was a high-class hotel. The bed and the ornaments in the hotel must be pricey.

Avery looked at the fighting women again. After she wrote the check to pay for whatever was broken, things should be wrapped up with Mr. Black. So Avery started walking to the office with the waiter.

They took the lift and arrived at the top floor. Avery got alert. The presidential suite was on this floor.

The girl who led her here sensed her anxiety. She explained, "Our office is being decorated these days. So we are working in the hotel room temporarily."

Avery bit her lips. She was alert before, and it turned to reluctance. For some reason, the closer she was to the room, she faster her heartbeat was.

Soon after, the girl knocked on one of the presidential suites. Avery suddenly said, "I'm not coming in. Let your accountant mail me the list. I'll write you a check."

As she finished, the door was opened. Avery smelled a faint and familiar mint scent, as the air conditioning poured out.

Her back got stiff, and she didn't know where to place her hands. She wanted to turn around to leave. But she couldn't move like she was casting a magical spell.

Evan was standing there. His face was as calm as it always was in the silence.

Avery felt his deep and meaningful look on her face. It was too deep that she didn't know what it meant.

Avery suddenly felt something glued to her feet, so she couldn't leave. It moved deep in her heart from the tip of her fingers.

He came to her at last.

He showed up like it was the most natural thing to do. He stood in front of her without arousing any of her suspicions. She couldn't get away from him no matter what she did.

Avery's face turned slightly pale. But she smiled, "Mr. Howel, long time no see."

The look was normal, so was the greeting. But her move gave her away. She moved her feet, trying to run to the lift.

Evan frowned and took her in the room.

Evan was so tall that his back almost covered her body. Avery knew she couldn't run. She stood by the entrance with her back straight. She looked at him, not running nor avoiding.

There were some things that needed to be clarified.

"Are you still thinking of running?"

Evan grabbed her jaw and leaned on her.

Avery's look changed slightly. She started getting back subconsciously.

Evan looked at her, bitterly, "What? Do you have to be so cruel?" He thought their relationship could get better after so long. But her first thought after meeting him was still running.

Avery raised her hand to slap off Evan's fingers on her jaw. She said, "Tell me, how can I not be cruel when I'm facing a guy who tries to kill me?"

"A guy who tries to kill you?"

Evan's look turned cold instantly for the way Avery thought of him. He lowered his hand, "You think I want to kill me? What am I in for killing you? Avery, you're the only woman in the world that I want to treat properly. I hurt if you lose one string of hair. You think I want to kill you?"

The pain and struggle in Evan's eyes got clearer, "I never dream of treating you like that."

"There is a new virus in the ingredients of painted glass. It is inside me. Charles told me that I couldn't get pregnant. Because after I give birth to my kid, the poison inside me would devour all the cells inside me at the fastest speed. I'll die slowly."

Avery didn't feel better seeing Evan suffering. She looked down, not seeing his face, and continued, "Do you remember what I asked you when I was seven months pregnant? I asked you what you would do if I had three months to live? I lived in fear every day. I was terrified that I might not wake up one day."

Evan didn't know about the new poison. But he could feel her heart and helplessness from the way she told it. His heart was about to be broken, thinking how terrified she must have been.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I did. You got me a bunch of doctors to examine me. But they found nothing. They couldn't find out about it with normal medical devices."

"Then you..." Evan was worried she still had it and held her hand, "I'll get the best doctor in the world..."

Avery shook her head, "Charles's authority on this is not questionable. And the poison is transferred to our daughter's face. Charles said she wouldn't last for six months if we couldn't find the solution."

Evan looked at her with extreme shock. He grabbed her wrist and couldn't help clenching it.

"That's why I insisted Charles treat our daughter. If he can't save her, no one can."

Evan shook his head, "I don't buy it."