Chapter 793

He got out of the car and pointed inside. “Elizabeth, let me give you a ride home.”

Elizabeth squinted. “How did you know I was here?”

As soon as she said that, Elizabeth looked towards the breakfast shop. Isadora was turning her head away, avoiding eye contact.

Elizabeth squinted. “Well, Isadora, you sneaky one.”

Elizabeth yawned. She needed a ride anyway, and having Henry drive her was even better. She wouldn’t have to spend money.

Elizabeth immediately got into the car.

“To the research institute,” Elizabeth said, then pulled her coat tighter around her and crossed her arms, planning to take a nap.

But Henry didn’t intend to let her sleep. “Will my mom have any lasting effects?”

“In what way?” Elizabeth answered with her eyes closed.

“Her stomach.”

“Just take care of her stomach; it’s not a big issue. Ellen’s biggest problem is her mental state; she already has suicidal tendencies, which is very bad. Esme’s suicidal tendencies are fake, but Ellen’s are real,” Elizabeth said bluntly.

Esme’s depression was half real, half fake. Ellen’s was real, as shown in her medical records from years ago. Ellen was very dangerous.

“Elizabeth, Esme is already in a bad state, and you’re still putting her down,” Henry said, half amused, half exasperated.

Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes. She couldn’t help but turn her head to look at Henry. Henry’s face was truly exhausted. He stared out the window, saying nothing, but there was an inexplicable sense that he might collapse at any moment.

It was the first time Elizabeth had seen Henry like this. But this time, Elizabeth didn’t argue with him, not because Henry looked so tired, but because she knew Esme wasn’t his biological sister, yet he still protected her. She admired Henry for being a responsible man.

Elizabeth looked out the window, her tone calm. “You can ask Alexander for help.”

“Did I hear that right? Didn’t Esme cause you a lot of trouble?”

“Indeed. But even if Esme ends up in the police station, it won’t be because of me, and that doesn’t sit well with me,” Elizabeth closed her eyes, a slight, dangerous smile on her lips. Elizabeth hoped she could personally send Esme to the police station; that would be satisfying.

“Elizabeth, you’re really beautiful, but your heart is truly ruthless,” he chuckled.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Don’t compliment me and insult me in the same breath. Either compliment me or don’t.”

“Elizabeth, don’t you think you and my mom are somewhat alike?” he suddenly asked.

Elizabeth paused slightly. She didn’t know why she was so shocked, but her heart trembled. Probably because she knew the Russell family had lost their biological daughter.

“Mr. Russell, don’t joke around. My parents are alive and well. If my dad heard this, he must kick your ass! My dad spoils me the most, ever since I was little,” Elizabeth smiled. She was giving Henry a reminder not to say such nonsense; it was very unappealing.

“Sorry. I just really think so,” he said no more.

Elizabeth’s mind was a bit unsettled. And so was Henry’s. He had really investigated Elizabeth but found nothing. All the results showed that she was the biological daughter of Declan and Rose.

Elizabeth was tired, and the traffic was heavy. She unconsciously fell asleep. Henry looked at Elizabeth, at a strand of hair that had fallen on her clothes. Henry’s hand itched to move.