His Eagle Eyes on Me novel Chapter 1996

"She no longer has a fever, why is she still not awake yet?" Mike had been by her watching over her for more than an hour. He turned to the doctor, waiting for an answer.

The doctor walked over to the side of the bed and lifted Avery's eyelids.

"Miss Tate is most probably... sleeping."

Mike let out a sigh of relief. "Are you sure she isn't in any danger?"

The doctor replied, "I can't guarantee it. Unless you get Miss Tate to do a detailed body checkup..."

Avery was probably frightened by the doctor's words, so she opened her eyes.

"Miss Tate, you're up!" The doctor saw her waking up, and he immediately said, "I just gave you something for your fever. How are you feeling right now?"

Avery looked at the doctor before looking at Mike.

"You were having a fever. I don't know why you were having a fever. The weather isn't cold at all!" Mike grumbled.

"Maybe it might be a bacterial or viral infection. It might not be due to the cold," the doctor said.

"Hmm. Thank you for coming. Let me send you off," Mike said.

"No need. You take care of Miss Tate! If you have any problems, call me immediately," The doctor said politely before leaving.

After the doctor left, Mike poured Avery a cup of warm water.

"Avery, you're a smart person, why would you be so easily fooled by two photos?

Right now, we can be sure that the person that sent you the photos should be in Bridgedale, so whether Elliot is dead or alive, he should be in Bridgedale too. Your previous speculations might be correct. You should go according to your previous plan and continue researching..."

Avery obeyed him and immediately uncovered her sheets and sat up.

"Drink some water first." Mike picked the cup up and passed it to her. "The express mail yesterday, I checked the sender's information. The name was a fake one, and so was the number. The address was from a trash station. The trash station is going to be closed down by the end of this year. There are not that many workers there anymore."

"Mike, you asked why I was so easily fooled by the photos because I care for him. The photos might be real, but they might also be fake. As long as there is a one percent chance that it is real, I won't be able to take it," Avery explained herself and drank up the water. "But you reminded me that even if he is truly dead, I have to see his ashes for myself and personally do a test to see that the ashes belong to him, then only 1 can be sure that he is truly dead. Two photos can’t pronounce a person dead!"

Avery placed her cup on her desk before walking over to her closet and taking a set of clean clothes out.