Chapter 735

Avery stared at Chad and waited for him to continue.

“He has some stomach problems. When he gets busy and nobody is there to remind him, he‘ll forget to

eat which triggers his stomach issues. He‘s got medication in his office and in his car. Other than that,

he‘s also got mild depression. I heard about that from Ben. You can‘t really tell he‘s got depression

from your usual interactions with him.”

“I could tell. His mood is unpredictable, which gives people a sense of oppression.

“I‘m used to it, so I don‘t think it‘s that bad,” Chad said awkwardly.

“Does he have any other illnesses?” Avery continued to ask.

Chad thought about it and said, “I don‘t think there‘s anything serious.”

“Anything psychological, for example?”

“Wouldn’t depression count for that?”

“Medically speaking, depression is considered a mental illness,” Avery responded.

“Oh... Are the psychological issues you‘re talking about referring to people in mental hospitals with

psychological disorders?” Chad frowned.

“Not all psychological disorders are severe enough for one to be sent to a mental hospital.”

“Why are you suddenly suspecting Mr. Foster of having a psychological disorder, Avery?” Chad asked.

“It‘s not a sudden suspicion. I‘ve had a feeling for a while,” Avery said softly.

“I‘m suspecting this because he‘s brought this up to me before. Don‘t tell him that we talked about

this.”

“Got it. From a doctor‘s point of view, does it seem to you like Mr. Foster has a psychological disorder?”

Chad‘s mood was complicated.

He would never have connected Elliot Foster with a mental health patient.

“He‘s always upsetting me, but I wouldn‘t take him for someone with a psychological disorder just

because of that. Besides, I‘m not a psychologist. My words have no authority.”

After dinner, Avery went to the intensive care unit to check on Robert.

Robert had slipped into a coma once again because of his anemia.Her heart ached at the sight of his

tiny body and quiet sleeping face. It looked almost as if he would never wake up again.

Sometime later, the doctor burst into the room.

“Miss Tate! The bag of blood that Mr. Foster brought is being tested right now. If it‘s a match, we‘ll use it

on Robert right away.”

Avery‘s heart, which felt like it was dangling in midair, suddenly fell to the ground. She walked out of the

intensive care unit with Elliot‘s handsome yet haggard face.

He looked like he had not slept for at least two days.

“Thank you,” she said as she lowered her gaze. “You should go home and get some sleep. Don‘t

exhaust yourself.”

As she spoke, she suddenly noticed that his trousers were dirty where his knee was.

Elliot had always taken care of his appearance and would never show up in public in this state. She

crouched down to pat away the dirt on his knee, but suddenly discovered that his other trouser leg was

also dirtied in the same spot.

Elliot did not expect to forget to change into a clean pair of trousers, and he did not expect Avery to

notice!

He instinctively took a few steps back.

“What happened?” When Avery saw him step back, she grabbed his arm and did not let him escape.

Her almond–shaped eyes were fixed calmly on him.

Elliot pursed his lips. He did not know how to answer her.

“Mr. Foster got down on his knees to beg for that bag of blood!” said the bodyguard indignantly.