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.”

It’s late. I don’t want to wake her,”

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 be enough. We need to find more as soon as possible. Robert’s sickness can’t

I want

Elliot said this, the words he wanted to say afterward got stuck in his throat and did

knew that Wesley was working hard to find more sources, so he could not lose his

moment of silence, Wesley said, “Avery’s wound can’t handle too much stress.

“Got it.”

hanging out.” Wesley quietly

only did he have to carry the responsibilities of a father, but he

Robert, it would put a

Elliot opened up

half-past ten, and Shea would

to call

was about to put his phone away and go

call from Shea, his heart

telepathy? She was still awake at this time

Elliot answered the call.

you still

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