His Destructive, Toxic Love

Casper's expression softened a bit.

In his heart, Nova was never a cruel person. He gently tidied her hair, feeling a sense of relief. "You're not well. Go rest. I promise you won't have to wait too long for a donor."

"Casper, I really didn't know that the donor Hope Hospital provided was my foster mother. I had no idea."

She shook her head, taking the chance to wrap her arms around his waist and bury herself in his embrace.

He didn't push her away but gently stroked her back. "Go get some rest."

"Okay, you should rest early, too."

After Nova left, he sat in the study for a while. On the bookshelf, there was a picture frame wrapped in blue cloth. He took it down and gently unveiled the cloth.

The painting was a portrait of himself from six years ago. The date below was written in elegant handwriting.

That day, a group of art students went on a field trip before their final exams. He passed by unintentionally. Full of youthful vigor, the young boys and girls cheerfully greeted him. He looked up and locked eyes with a beautiful pair of eyes.

The girl wore a white baseball cap, a white sun protection outfit, her hair tied in a high ponytail, and a sky-blue face mask covering her small face. Like her classmates, she waved at him, her eyes curving with a smile.

That was the first time his heart fluttered.

Near the end of the field trip, the girl approached him, handing him a portrait. "Hey, this is for you." Her voice was a bit hoarse, and she smiled shyly. "I've got a cold, so my voice is a bit weird. Don't mind it."Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Did you draw this?" He was surprised. He looked like an innocent teenager in the painting. "You made me look younger."

The young girl's teacher called her, and she waved her hand. "I have to go."

"Hey, what's your name?"

He didn't get a response from her. Throughout their conversation, he never saw her face, but the sunlight was so beautiful that day. She was covered up so thoroughly but still shone brightly.

Later on, Nova found him, claiming she was the one who painted that portrait. Even though it felt off, he still accepted her as this girl who had once made his heart skip a beat. Taking a deep breath, he locked the painting away in a cabinet

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Eliza returned to the bedroom. Her petite form was curled up tightly, hiding in a corner of the large bed.

As Casper came in, a surge of intense hatred filled her. She staggered out of bed, marching towards him. She raised her hand, aiming to slap him, but he caught her wrist in mid-air. Her hatred was unresolved, and she lowered her head and bit into his arm. He was unable to push her away until her mouth was filled with blood. Then she finally let go, defeated. "Eliza, you're getting too bold, huh?"

He pushed her away, staring at his arm. On his arm were two rows of neat, fleshly bite marks.

"Did you plan all this?" she asked, trembling.

Casper looked at her coldly. "Did I plan what?"

"From the moment Nova needed a

heart and kidney transplant, you planned to take my mother's organs,

didn't you?" Eliza knew he w

admit it, but it didn't matter; she didn't need his acknowledgment. "The project was also your doing, right? You wanted my mother's body in the best condition to meet Nova's needs for a heart and kidney transplant."