His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Dillon felt a twinge in his heart and awkwardly tugged at his lip. "Are you talking about your wife? She hasn't come to see you..."

"She is such a heartless woman," Casper thought. She no longer loved him, which explained her cold and ruthless behavior. "It's okay, I don't blame her."

"She nearly stabbed you to death, and you don't blame her?" Dillon couldn't hold back. "From what I see, the chance of you and your wife reconciling is as likely as Mars crashing into Earth. Maybe you should just give up on her. After all, she's remarried and has a kid now..." Casper's frown deepened. "Since when is it your place to give me advice? One more word, and you're out of here."

Dillon didn't want to push it further. But he couldn't help thinking that Eliza's indifference was probably even more serious than Casper realized. If she had any feelings left for him, she wouldn't have faked her own death to escape, let alone remarry and have children. Why did she marry an old man? That was a clear statement that Casper was even less desirable than an elderly gentleman.

"I'm just trying to say, don't risk your life hoping for her forgiveness. If she doesn't forgive you and you die, she might actually be happy."

"Stop aggravating me; I'm not going to die from this," Casper said, annoyed. "Get me a glass of water."

"Sure thing." Dillon handed the glass to him.

"Knock, knock."

hospital room door interrupted their conversation. Dillon stood up to open the door,

not welcome?" Eliza stood at the doorway, her expression cold

bowed respectfully. "Please, come

enter, then exited the room, closing the door behind

somewhat pale Casper lying in the bed. She treated him like he were a stranger. "Don't get it twisted; I'm not here to visit you just have something to ask, and then I'll

ask?" Casper's mood

hesitated. "Dillon mentioned that you just found out my father is alive. So, where has

instead proposing a condition. "Let's exchange questions. I'll answer one of yours, and you answer one of

so despicable?" She regretted

the bed, staring intently into her eyes. "This is

Casper, you

said, believing some truths would eventually come to light. "I guess shouldn't have had illusions about

to leave, but he quickly reached out to stop

you going to answer or not?" She didn't have much patience left for him; she