His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

In the taxi, Eliza was lost in thought the whole ride. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. One issue had barely been resolved before another cropped up.

As they drove past the Henderson Estate, she noticed several fire trucks parked outside.

"Such a beautiful house. It's a shame to see it like this," the driver commented offhandedly.

Eliza finally lifted her eyes to look out the window. Henderson Estate was the place she had called home for over a decade. Her parents had always been busy with their business, leaving her alone often, but the house was full of memories. Now, it belonged to Nova.

"Could you stop up ahead, please?"

The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "We haven't reached your destination yet. If you get out here, I can't charge you properly."

"It's okay, I'll pay the full fare."

Eliza confirmed the end of her ride, and the reassured driver pulled over to let her out.

A crowd had gathered in front of Henderson Estate, gawking at the damage.

"People are saying it was arson. But it doesn't make any sense. The Hendersons don't have many enemies. Why would anyone target them?"

"Could it have been a burglar? Maybe they set the fire when they couldn't steal anything?"

pretty bold, committing a crime like that. You can't just start a

were hired to do it. Looks like the Hendersons did have enemies after all." "The Hendersons consists of just a girl with a limp, and she was only found recently. Where

"Who knows?"

inside her. She stood at the entrance for a long while

Nova lay in bed, her leg broken and temporarily blind from the smoke. She was crying and clinging

can't see. I'm

better in a few days. Just stay calm and focus on your

her

though

showed little ease.

grip around Casper's waist. "Casper, is someone out to get me? I'm so

afraid, I'm

don't leave

"I won't."

Nova an injection, and she

the worry in his eyes as he stepped out of the room. Faithe approached quietly. "Mr. Casper, the police have caught the person responsible for the

hesitated, "Mr. Casper, the arsonist said they

eyes narrowed.

it was... Eliza."

a screenshot of the bank transfer and a photo. "This