His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"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."

Eliza pack up, Faithe went to settle

Casper will be staying with Ms. Nova at the Henderson Estate for a while. After you return home, please do not

was asked to call Casper, she wouldn't. There was no

ride home was

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

stepped forward to help

got it," Eliza

slightly labored. "Then let me

Even though the treatment was complete, her body

weak that walking a few steps made her heart rate soar

I want to rest for a

Welton. Call

ground, making it look like the luster of

Rolls-Royce drove into the Welton

Casper was back.

yard and looked

shirt, perfectly tucked into his suit pants, and his figure was tall and imposing as he walked through

looked like

the light

looked at him; they were no longer filled with the anticipation and joy of