"Why am I even doing this? Do I have nothing better to do?"

Tears blurred her vision as she shook her head. "Unless the real culprit is found, you're the murderer. You and Nova, both of you are murderers."

"Fine." It was his first time being wrongly accused, and he was livid. "Even if the police can't find the truth, I'll get to the bottom of it myself. Just don't come crying for forgiveness later." "Get out, just leave..."

The door slammed shut. Casper stormed down the stairs, fuming.

Nova, hidden in the shadows, limped over with her cane. "Casper."

He didn't look up at her, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it up.

The smoke curled around his chiseled side profile, making him look even more brooding and attractive.

"Casper, how's Eliza?" Nova asked cautiously, sitting beside him. "She blames me, but I don't mind. She lost her mother; it's natural for her to be upset. I get it."

He took a deep drag, the smoke swirling in his mouth, before slowly exhaling. Through the wispy smoke, he looked into her slightly blurred eyes. "What about you?"

flickering in her eyes as if she hadn't expected

I see even a hint of sadness in you?" He reached out and held Nova's jaw, stiffened by dermal fillers. "Tell me, are you really not involved in this?" "Casper, you don't believe me either?" Tears welled up

a moment before slowly retracting his hand, taking another drag from the cigarette, and blowing out a

couch, a barely noticeable smirk

to grow increasingly ambiguous and elusive. He felt like he could never

you who gave me that portrait back

just two days later, Nova showed up on her

Nova

really her

he covered the lower half of her face with

her face away. "Casper, are you

sobbing as if the whole world

Casper. If you don't

I won't blame you. I can't give you the happiness you want. I'm not in good health, and I

It's only

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