His Destructive, Toxic Love

"They say getting involved with the wealthy elite is like diving into deep waters. Seems like it's true."

"Shush, let's not talk about it here. Let's step outside."

A few nurses quietly filed out of the room.

Eliza turned over, slowly lifting her slightly swollen eyelids. Indeed, she must have been lucky. She was still alive. Casper hadn't taken her life; he was probably saving her for another round of drawing blood.

How could she save his grandfather if she were dead? She understood Casper's reasoning. Eliza had been in the hospital for ten days and during that time, Casper hadn't visited her once.

It was his secretary, however, who showed up when she was about to be discharged.

"Your discharge papers are ready." Faithe placed a stack of documents in front of Eliza, glancing at her briefly. Eliza didn't say a word. So, Faithe repeated, "I'm talking to you. Make sure you keep these documents safe." "Faithe, don't people usually use titles when speaking to each other?"

Eliza raised her eyes to meet hers, her gaze filled with countless red veins, cold and demanding respect.

Faithe was taken aback. Having been Casper's secretary for many years, Faithe was adept at reading people and treating them accordingly. She had never considered Eliza a significant person and treated Nova much better than she treated Casper's official wife.

However, at this moment, Eliza's demeanor made Faithe sense something different.

Faithe pursed her lips. "Yes, Mrs. Welton."

After helping Eliza pack up, Faithe went to settle the hospital bills.

As they were leaving, she added, "Mr. Casper will be staying with Ms. Nova at the Henderson Estate for a while. After you return home, please do not call him and disturb them."

Eliza sneered inwardly. Even if she was asked to call Casper, she wouldn't. There was no need for a specific reminder.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

The ride home was silent.

Upon returning to the Welton family estate, Faithe handed Eliza's belongings to Marian and then left. The house was much quieter without Nova.

Marian stepped forward to help Eliza but was avoided.

"I've got it," Eliza stated.

Marian felt a pang of sadness, her breathing slightly labored. "Then let me carry your things upstairs."

Back in her bedroom, Eliza lay down. Even though the treatment was complete, her body was weak.

She was so weak that walking a few steps made her heart rate soar to almost unbearable levels.

"Leave. I want to rest for a while."

Marian nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Welton. Call me if you need anything."

In the evening, the sunset filled the ground, making it look like the luster of rubies. It cast a beautiful glow on Eliza's face.

A low-profile and luxurious Rolls-Royce drove into the Welton family estate, stopping on the lawn.

Casper was back.

Eliza was sitting in the yard and looked up at him.

He wore a black shirt, perfectly tucked into his suit pants, and his figure was tall and imposing as he walked through the sunlight.

He looked like a deity.

Unfortunately, the light had long

vanished from Eliza's eyes when she looked at him; they were no longer filled with the anticipation and joy of two years ago. Instead, there was coldness and disdain.

With just that one glance, she turned her attention back to the book in her hands, called How to Murder Your Husband.

"You shouldn't be out in the cold

fresh out of the hospital." He reached out to take the book from her, noting the title and a barely perceptible frown creased his brow. "Seems like you really hate me."

"It's just a book." She stood up to walk inside, unwilling to engage in further conversation.

"Have you been in touch with

Robin?" He casually tossed the book

aside, taking a seat in the wicker chair Eliza had just vacated, his hands clasped together. "I suppose you haven't had the chance yet."

A sudden fear gripped Eliza's heart.

Her pupils dilated. "What have you done to him?"