When His Eyes Opened novel by Simple Silence
Chapter 109

Chapter 109 A glimmer of light not too far away suddenly grabbed Avery's attention.

She held up her phone and aimed the light in the direction of the glimmer.

At the bottom of the sprawling ravine was the clear silhouette of a man lying on the ground.

"Elliot!"

Avery let out a shrill cry before she got down on all fours and crawled toward the ravine.

"I'm coming, Elliot! Don't be scared! You'll be fine... You'll be okay!"

Hearing her cries, the bodyguard yelled down the hill, "Did you replace him?!"

"Yes! He fell! He's covered in blood!" Avery yelled as she tried to contain her emotions. "Get over here!"

She took a deep breath and jumped down to where Elliot was.

Her foot slipped upon the sudden impact, which caused her to draw a sharp breath of pain.

She swiped the tears off her face and quickly scrambled to where Elliot was and took him into her arms.

"Elliot! Wake up! Don't fall asleep! Stay awake!"

His cheeks were cold to the touch. Blew her warm air onto his face.

There was no signal up on the hill.

There was no way for them to call for help.

While Elliot's bodyguard carried him on his back down the hill, Avery trailed along behind them, using a branch for support. Tears streamed down her face. How did this happen?

Who was the one who told Elliot she was on the hill?

This was attempted murder!

If Elliot had fallen into a deeper ravine, and if nobody had been able to replace him, he would have frozen to death within twenty-four hours!

Hot tears streamed down Avery's face when she thought of Elliot's close brush with death. She had been the reason he had gone up there in the first place. After Elliot was rescued, two of the Tierney family's bodyguards walked into Charlie's room at

the villa.

"We were waiting at the top of the hill for him the whole time, but he fell over before he even got to us!" reported one of the guards.

Charlie slammed his clenched fist on the table, then snapped, "What a weakling! He couldn't even climb up a d*mn hill! Why didn't he just fall to death?!"

"He got lucky! We took a look at where he fell. It was a pretty big ravine. Nobody would have found him if it was a narrow one!"

Charlie rubbed the space between his brows, then growled, "Nothing that happened tonight leaves this room! Get out!"

After the guards left, Charlie walked out of the room.

He got out the key to Chelsea's room and opened the door.

Chelsea's bloodshot eyes were filled with deep loathing.

"You killed him, didn't you? Was this what you meant by setting me free?! Didn't it occur to you that I'd gladly die with him?!"

Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she was holding a knife in her hand.

She was trembling uncontrollably.

If Charlie told her that Elliot was dead, she might just stab herself in the chest with that knife.

"He's a lucky man. He isn't dead, but I might just be," Charlie said as his expression turned dark. "He'll come after me when he wakes up. You should leave the house, Chelsea!" The knife in Chelsea's hand clattered on the ground.

"Why did you have to go this far? Listen up, Charlie. Whenever you're up against Elliot Foster, you will lose every single time. Why don't you just accept your fate?"

Chelsea smirked coldly, then picked up her bag and stormed out of the room.

A week later, Tate Industries officially announced its bankruptcy and began its liquidation proceedings.

Since Avery had never accepted her father's testamentary succession, Jack's debt had nothing to do with her.

On the day the news broke, Avery had received a text message from Shaun. [You're going to hell for this!)

She turned her phone off after reading it.

There were limits to how much she could handle.

She did not have the time nor the energy to care about insignificant matters.

Elliot's legs were severely injured.

He would be wheelchair-bound again once he was discharged from the hospital.

Avery never once visited him.

It was not that she did not want to, but she could not.

The Foster family's bodyguards were constantly stationed in front of his hospital room's door, and they did not allow a soul to enter.

She could only receive news of his condition from Mrs. Cooper, who told her that Elliot's mood took a turn for the worse when he regained consciousness.

He refused to speak and did not want to be disturbed.

All Avery could do was wait. She was waiting for him to be willing to see her.