His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza pulled her gaze away, clenching her teeth. "Mr. Casper, you have already paid for everything. I can't just not show up," she said, taking a deep breath to calm her anger. "You're right. I've had my share of embarrassing moments, but thankfully, that's all in the past now. I won't make the same mistakes again." "Everyone's got a past, Ms. Valerie. No need to feel down about it," he said slowly, almost too carefully.

Eliza was annoyed, Casper sure had a way with words.

The car drove on, finally stopping in front of an unfamiliar hospital. Chelsea had mentioned that not long after she 'passed away,' Casper, acting as Robin's guardian, brought him back from abroad and admitted him to this hospital, supposedly the best in the country for mental health treatment.

Eliza felt a knot in her stomach. After parking, Casper and Dillon got out, one after the other. She lingered in the car for a bit, then slowly gathered her art supplies and stepped out.

"Ms. Valerie, doesn't the hospital have a nice environment?" Casper asked, hands in his pockets, looking slightly down at her. "Unfortunately, my friend's condition is severe, so his recovery has been slow."

Eliza stayed silent and just carried her supplies inside. Her feelings were a tangled mess. She was eager yet terrified to see Robin and even more scared he'd recognize her.

The hospital director greeted them personally and showed Eliza to a clean, spacious room. She set up her easel, anxiety gnawing at her. About half an hour later, Robin entered with a nurse. At first glance, he looked healthier and not as thin, which made Eliza smile bitterly, though deep down, she was happy for him.

your portrait. Be a good boy, okay?" the nurse said, handing him a small teddy bear. "Mr. Casper said if you cooperate, he'll

joyfully, like a little kid. "Yes, take me

a good boy," the nurse whispered, pushing his wheelchair across from Eliza. "Sit here and let the lady draw your picture. It won't take

to Eliza. "Ms. Valerie, please

"Got it."

was the

down her cheeks. She didn't even need to see Robin to draw him; she knew his face by heart. But seeing him in person

hands covered her small, trembling ones. "Ms. Valerie,

her hands

which wasn't like her. probably didn't eat breakfast this morning. Low blood sugar is making my hands shake. Sorry," she offered a clumsy

said, pulling a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it, and offering it to her.

looked up, frowning at him. He smiled. "It's