His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Dillon quickened his pace when he spotted Caroline leaving the graveyard. "Ms. Caroline," he greeted with respect.

"Go keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't do anything foolish," Caroline said, her voice carrying a faint sigh as she shook her head slightly.

Dillon bowed and replied solemnly, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of Mr. Casper."

He turned and walked briskly into the graveyard, stopping a few meters away from Casper to silently offer his company. Snowflakes drifted down, blanketing the cemetery in white. The cold air was heavy, filled with an overwhelming sense of desolation. Casper remained on his knees, unmoving, his eyes locked on the photo on the tombstone. Dillon wanted to offer some comfort, but his feet stayed rooted to the spot.

It wasn't just repentance Casper felt it was regret that he no longer had the chance to make things right.

The snowfall gradually stopped, becoming a piercing cold rain drumming against the ground. Dillon quietly opened his umbrella and moved closer, his voice gentle. "Mr. Casper, it's starting to rain. Maybe we should head back?"

He tilted the umbrella to shield Casper from the rain. Casper's hunched shoulders tightened slightly, acknowledging Dillon's words before he slowly stood up. He remained silent, his steps aimless.

Even after getting into the car, he didn't say a word.

"Mr. Casper, should we go home or to the office?" Dillon asked carefully, adding, "Your father is waiting for you at the office..."

"Let him wait," Casper replied, his voice cold and soft. "Let's go home."

sir," Dillon immediately signaled to the

away slowly, leaving a scene heavy with silence

residence, the quiet felt even more oppressive. Marian met them at the door, offering slippers and taking Casper's damp

BUMS

shook his head at Marian, signaling her not to ask further questions. Marian

returned

coffee, placing them gently

the room, bringing

of

She

right away. stood there,

something to say.

for you to do here. You should rest. Mr. Casper needs some time alone." Marian's lips moved, her fingers nervously twisting her apron, her knuckles turning

say, say it now. Mr. Casper

had no energy for

dropped to her