With furrowed brows, Elliot pulled out his phone and dialed Wesley’s number.

A few seconds after the call was made, he heard Wesley’s exhausted voice.

“How’s Robert doing?”

“Where did you get the blood, Wesley?” Elliot walked over to a secluded corner, then raised his voice and demanded, “You should know what I’m asking about!”

Shea spent every single day with Wesley. There was a high possibility that the blood that he brought belonged to Shea.

Wesley did not want to lie, nor did he want to tell him the truth right away.

“I don’t think we have a trusting relationship, Elliot Foster,” Wesley said calmly.

“Would you trust what I say? Did you ever believe me back when I explained that there was nothing going on between Avery and me?”

“This is a separate matter entirely.”

“I’ve had a long day.” Wesley did not want to continue speaking to him.

“If you want to know if the blood was Shea’s, then you can ask her directly. I’m sure she will answer your question.”

I’ll ask her? It’s late. I don’t want

right. It’s late, and I need to rest, too.” Before Wesley hung up the phone, he pressured him and said, “I’m afraid the blood that I sent to the hospital tonight won’t

want to save

the words he wanted to say afterward got stuck in his throat and did not escape

knew that Wesley was working hard to find more sources,

wound

“Got it.”

hanging out.” Wesley

of a father, but he

put a

opened up his

half-past ten, and Shea would usually be

to call

phone away and go check on

that it was a call from Shea, his

telepathy? She was still awake at this

Elliot answered the call.

are you still up,

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