Chapter 229

Layla planned to search for her mother on the first floor, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen!

She was so terrified that did not dare let out a breath, then ran straight up the stairs.

Forced to run up to the second floor, Layle held onto the wall and caught her breath.

At that moment, the footsteps were closing in on her!

That person was coming up the stairs!

Layla panicked and quickly found a place to hide.

Soon after, Mrs. Cooper appeared on the second floor and made her way to the master bedroom to see Avery.

She was worried about the match between Elliot and Mike.

Even though Elliot had recovered from the car crash years ago, the doctor had instructed him to avoid strenuous activities.

Mrs. Cooper did not want to see Elliot lose and get a punch from Mike, so she could only come to see Avery.

She opened the door, then walked over to the bed.

Mrs. Cooper glanced at Avery's sleeping face, and no matter how bad she felt about waking her, she decided that she could sleep whenever she wanted to. Howeyer, everything would be over once the match was lost.

"Avery," Mrs. Cooper said as she reached out to pat Avery's shoulder. "Avery!"

Avery's brows furrowed when she heard the calls.

"Wake up, Avery," Mrs. Cooper said as she raised her voice.

Avery slowly opened her eyes.

When her groggy gaze landed on Mrs. Cooper, she broke into a smile.

"Wake up, Avery. Mike and Master Elliot are over at the tennis court. You have to stop them! You know Master Elliot's legs aren't in the best shape," Mrs. Cooper said as she helped Avery sit up. Avery rubbed her tired eyes, then mumbled, "Mike and Elliot are on the tennis court?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Cooper exclaimed, then told her everything that happened earlier.

As Avery glanced blankly around the room, her back broke into a cold sweat.

"How did I get here?!"

After a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Cooper answered truthfully, "You locked yourself in your car and fell asleep last night. I can't imagine what would have happened if Master Elliot didn't replace you in time and send you to the hospital. Let's go to the tennis court now, Avery!"

The tennis match came to halt with Avery's appearance.

Avery's gaze brushed over Hayden and Mike, then finally landed on Elliot's face.

"Thank you for last night!"

"Don't mention it. You should get checked out at the hospital again."

Seeing Avery's delicate face calmed all of his emotions down.

"There were a few things off on your blood test last night."

"Got it..." Avery said.

Apart from feeling a little tired, she did not feel any other discomfort.

Mike grabbed her arm, then said forcefully, "I'll take you to the hospital!"

As they walked away, Avery could not help but gaze at Elliot.

She was exhausted after her work last night, but Mike called her to the hotel for a birthday surprise.

She declined, but Mike insisted, and she had no choice but to force herself to drive to the hotel.

In the end, fatigue took over and she brought the car to a stop by the street before she fell asleep.

She wanted to go home and wanted to call someone for help, but she could no longer move a muscle. That's how she ended up falling asleep in the car.

Avery felt a shiver run down her spine as she recalled everything.

She probably would have died if nobody found her.

When Elliot returned to the living room, Mrs. Cooper placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her.

"This is Avery's favorite soup. It's too bad she didn't get to drink it," Mrs. Cooper said

regretfully.

Elliot finished the bowl of soup, then returned to his room to rest.

At three in the afternoon, an ear shattering wail pierced through the entire mansion.

Elliot was jolted awake by the child-like yet deafening howl.

It sounded like a child crying!

Didn't Hayden already leave? Could it be...

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