His Destructive, Toxic Love

The tumor pressing on his nerves had caused irreversible cognitive decline, but thankfully, he could still manage basic self-care and express himself. Eliza responded to each question with a calm and gentle demeanor. Despite his dependency on others for everything, she She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him, "Mr. Casper, please, have some coffee."

was grateful he was still alive.

"Thank you." He smiled faintly, carefully taking the coffee from her. Their fingertips brushed accidentally, sending a shiver through Eliza's heart. She couldn't help but look up at him.

He seemed unfazed, showing no reaction. She bit her lip and curled her fingers slightly.

"Is it too much for you to take care of him alone? I can recommend some good home care services," he said, looking at her as if the brief touch hadn't mattered to him.

"Oh, maybe later." She felt a mix of emotions about it.

"Will you stay in Falconridge, or do you plan to take your father back to Oak Falls?" he asked casually, as if making small talk.

Eliza had seriously considered this. Life and work would be easier back in Oak Falls. But the healthcare in Oak Falls couldn't compare to Falconridge. Given Mikey's condition, it really wasn't suitable to move back to Oak Falls. "We'll probably stay in Falconridge," she admitted honestly.

He set down his coffee cup, his eyes showing concern, "Well, if you do stay in Falconridge and need anything, just let me know. I could help with finding a job, for instance."

"Hmm." Finding a job wasn't easy, especially with a patient to care for. For now, she might only rely on selling her paintings to cover their daily expenses.

"If you need, I can introduce you to some job opportunities," he offered sincerely.

Eliza shook her head lightly, "Maybe later."Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

"Alright, call me if you need anything, he stood up to leave, keeping the conversation polite, "I won't disturb your rest any longer. I'll visit again when I have the chance."

"I'll walk you out."

Eliza accompanied Casper downstairs. In the dim light at the stairwell entrance, he finally allowed himself a proper look at her. She seemed down, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, as if burde with unsolvable problems and unsure whom to turn to for help. He guessed Zach must have

approached her.

That was Eliza's way; she rarely spoke of her troubles unless prompted. Even less so to him.

"Take care," he said softly.

Eliza nodded, "Drive safely."

"Will do." Eliza headed back upstairs.

Casper lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around his solemn profile in the breeze. Dillon jogged over, "Mr. Casper, heading back?"

"Yes." Casper took a deep drag, then stamped out the cigarette before getting into the car, murmuring, "Keep a close watch on Zach for me."

"Mr. Casper, don't worry. Our guys are on him 24/7. You'll be the first to know of any movement."

Zach was cornered but unwilling to

leave Welton International like a

defeated dog, aiming to target Eliza and her son. Casper, foreseeing trouble, had already stationed people to secretly watch Zach, preventing him from committing any desperate acts.

He hadn't expected Eliza to move her son to the Welton family estate directly. This could push Zach to a breaking point, potentially leading him to harm Eliza directly.