His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

The USB drive slid into the computer slot. Mikey's familiar face filled the screen.

"Casper, why did you report me? I'm your father-in-law. How could you do this to me? Aren't you afraid of hurting Eliza? She loves you so much. How can you treat her father like this? You're really heartless."

In the video, several men were holding Mikey down, beating him with fists and kicks. He knelt there, begging Casper to spare him. He looked pathetic, pitiful, helpless-it made her heart break into pieces. Unable to watch any longer, Eliza angrily shut the laptop and stormed out.

...

The doorbell rang. Fresh from a shower, Casper wrapped himself in a towel and went to answer.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Three consecutive slaps landed on Casper's face with all her might. As she went for the fourth, he quickly caught her wrist, furrowing his brows in anger, "Have you lost your mind?"

have you hidden my dad?" Eliza's eyes were

pushed her away, toweling off his hair as he walked in. "How would I

let's stop pretending. You recognized me a long time ago, didn't

into the plush sofa. "Ah, so you admit it? You

do this? Not only did you report him and get him jailed, but you also tortured him for five years." Her eyes blazed with fury. It felt like the anger had reached the tip of her throat. He casually held her wrist, letting

it matter

"How far have you and the man playing daddy gotten?" "Casper, stop beating around the bush. Where is my dad? I want to see him." Her eyes

of his coffee, looking up at

using

staring into her eyes, seemingly provoking her on purpose. "After all, you believe that I

the next second. Casper put down his coffee cup, dropped the jest, and said coldly and calmly, "Your dad is fine. It's

now?" She screamed, her eyes brimming with tears. He stood up, walking toward her, eyes downcast. "The timing isn't