His Destructive, Toxic Love

She felt suppressed, confined, and despairing.

"You're awake."

Eliza's tired eyes slowly focused on the man, revealing a glimmer of fragile, haunting beauty. "Aaron."

"Don't be sad." Aaron had also lost his mother, so he deeply understood Eliza's feelings. "Actually, you've got it wrong about Casper. He never mentioned anything about a kidney swap."

Eliza shook her head, her voice strained. "Not mentioning it doesn't mean he hadn't thought about it. Hasn't Casper done enough monstrous things for Nova already?"

"I know better than you the kind of person he is," she added.

Aaron pressed his lips together, giving up on defending Casper. "I didn't expect Rose's illness to worsen so quickly. If I had been more vigilant, maybe..."

"It's not your fault." If it was anyone's fault, it had to be Casper's. "Aaron, I'm exhausted. I want to sleep for a bit."

"Then rest well."

Aaron had just left when Nova appeared at the door of Eliza's hospital room.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity." Nova looked down at Eliza lying in the bed, her voice dripping with mockery. "Heard your mom's dying?"

"You must know she's decided to donate her kidney to me, right?"

Nova pulled out a kidney donation consent form. "Look. All the procedures are done."

Eliza shot up from her bed and snatched the form from Nova's hands. The more she read, the more her fingers trembled.

"You won't get away with this." Eliza tore the document to pieces.

Nova was unfazed. "We'll see about that."

With a smug smile, Nova added, "Eliza, I won't let you have a single good day."

As long as Casper loved Nova, she had the power. What would happen to Eliza? Was she just supposed to sit and wait for doom?

Eliza yanked out her IV, changed her clothes, and left the hospital.

Outside, in a parked black luxury Dillon spotted Eliza. "Mr. Casper, your wife has left the hospital. She looks panicked, like there's some emergency."

Eliza got into a taxi.

Casper was curious, too; it was rare to see Eliza this agitated. "Follow her."

The taxi eventually stopped in front of an art studio.

Dillon was puzzled. "Why would the missus go into an art studio?"

The studio was familiar; it belonged to Zach. Eliza's presence here must mean she had arranged to meet Zach.

Just thinking about it made it hard for Casper to conceal the surge of aggression in his eyes. "She actually came to see Zach."

Dillon was slightly stunned. Zach?

This man was a vendetta againstThis is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Casper. After Jeffrey passed on, Tristan had intentionally arranged for Zach to join Welton International, causing a recent uproar that infuriated Casper.

"Then, Mr. Casper, do you want me to..."

Casper pinched the bridge of his nose, forcefully suppressing his fury, and remained silent.

Upstairs, Zach stood by the window,

looking down at the black luxury car, and chuckled lightly. He turned to face Eliza. "So? Decided to

love

collaborate with me?"

"You wish," Eliza responded coolly, staring at Zach, who wore an innocent face.

How could someone look so pure and good-natured yet have such a dark, restless heart?

"Then what is your visit about..." He walked up to Eliza, bracing his hands on the armrests of her chair, his smile ambiguous. "...you missed me?"

She pushed him away, standing up from her chair. "I'm here to ask you to investigate something for me."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms, looking leisurely. "Investigate what?"