“I don’t want it. Avery, I don’t need that child.” Elliot held her indignant little face tightly with each hands and pressed his forehead to hers, “I swear, I will by no means see Rebecca once more, however if that infant comes search for me, I can’t promise you no longer to peer her.”
“You met the child, and then what?” Avery checked out him with difficult eyes, “If the child desires to apprehend you, if she is crying and begging you, kneel down and beg you. What? Elliot, how dare you tell me you don’t need it. You promise me now, coax me properly, and whilst the kid is born within the future, in case you understand her, what can I do to you.”
Elliot tightened his body and didn’t say some thing.
“The most nugatory factor in this world is a promise.” Avery squeezed his wrist tightly with each palms, trying to tug his hand away.