His Destructive, Toxic Love

During springtime in the suburbs of Falconridge, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, painting the countryside in splashes of pink and white, like clouds scattered across the hills. A gentle breeze stirred the petals, making them dance like butterflies-an absolutely breathtaking sight. Dillon checked his watch. Casper had been sitting in this quiet corner, as still as a statue, for over two hours. His gaze was distant, lost in thoughts that seemed to have a tight grip on him. Dillon started to worry that it might be too much for him. Trying to break the silence, he suggested, "Mr. Casper, how about we head over to the kindergarten? I heard they're having a field day. It should be pretty lively."

Casper frowned slightly, his voice cold. "I don't like children."

Dillon guessed Casper had forgotten about the kindergarten he'd invested in. Understandable, given his professional investment firm and its myriad projects. A small kindergarten could easily slip his mind.

"You've been invested in that kindergarten for almost five years and have never visited. Maybe now's a good time to take a look."

Casper remained silent, his eyes unreadable. After a few more moments, he finally stood up. "Alright, let's go check it out."

The field day was in full swing on the school's sports field. It was a parent-child event, and the place was buzzing with excited families.

The principal walked alongside Casper, enthusiastically explaining, "The older kids can participate in various activities on their own, while the younger ones need their parents to help them. This time, we've made it a point to involve fathers in the activities too." Casper raised an eyebrow, listening without much interest. Dillon followed closely, and they found a clean spot in the stands with a good view.

As Casper glanced around, a familiar little figure caught his eye. A small boy sat alone, looking lonely and helpless, like a little lost kitten. "Eliza's son is in this kindergarten too?" Casper frowned.

Dillon, not knowing much about the situation, turned to the principal. "Who's that kid? Aren't his parents here?"

The principal nodded

understandingly. "You mean Brock? He's from a single-parent family, with no father. I called his mother earlier. She said she wouldn't participate in any activities, so we arranged for him to sit and watch the others."

Casper's gaze returned to the lonely figure. The boy was timid andē introverted. Without a father, and with his mother absent, it was a tough situation. If this continued, the boy's future seemed bleak

Casper stood up, took off his jacket, and handed it to Dillon. Casper quickly walked down the stands and approacked Brock. He grabbed the boy by the collar like picking up a fragile kitten. "Come on, we're heading to the track," his voice firm and low. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

"I don't want to, I don't want you..." Brock's voice trembled, his eyes filling with tears.

Casper turned and gave him a sharp look. "Listen to me. If you don't give it your all when we run, you'll see what happens."

Brock shivered, too scared to cry out anymore, his tear-filled eyes fixed on Casper. He was terrified of Casper.