His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"You can get another wife, but you only get one grandfather. Can't you wrap your head around that? If you can't see this clearly, how can I ever trust you with Welton International?"

Casper stayed silent. Finally, he mumbled, "I'll go ask Aaron."

Eliza was so quiet. It was like she wasn't even there.

A nosy relative drifted over to her, trying to make conversation. "Eliza, I heard your blood has some kind of special antibody. It looks like saving Grandpa is up to you. Once he's cured, make sure Casper gives you a big reward."

"Those antibodies only show up if you're pregnant. Look at Eliza. She's so skinny. Does she look pregnant to you?" Another relative chimed in.

"Maybe it's just too early, and she's not showing yet. Right, Eliza?"

Eliza didn't say a word.

The voices moved away but were still close enough to hear. "What's the point of talking to her? She's like a piece of wood. The family matters aren't her call. Casper decides whether she donates blood or antibodies."

"Don't talk nonsense."

useful, we wouldn't

the gossip. In the eyes of

Jeffrey Welton. All sorts of theories

were even worse. Several had already come to

replace her, and countless more were hoping she'd kick the

still standing at the hospital entrance and caught

her voice soft. "On the day we got our marriage certificate, it was raining just like this-it wasn't too heavy or too light. People say getting married in the rain means the marriage is doomed to

"Superstition."

are you

need your blood? Are you pregnant?" he asked

grew heavier, and the wind

He

looked up at Casper's

someone too good-looking when you're young. It could ruin you. She didn't believe it at

"When I'm dead."

intention of dragging this