His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper slowly got to his feet, brushing the sand off his clothes. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to Dillon. "Call for backup and make sure she's alright," he instructed.

"Mr. Casper, your injuries..." Dillon's voice trailed off, concern etched on his face. Eliza had stabbed Casper not too long ago and he hadn't fully healed. Was he really going to dive into that stormy sea? Without a second thought, Casper plunged into the churning waters. The wind howled, and rain poured down in torrents, turning the sea into a chaotic mess.

Aaron was the first to return, shivering and blue-lipped from the cold. "Eliza, I couldn't find Brock," he said, his voice trembling. It was impossible to blame him; he looked like he'd been through hell.

Eliza nodded slightly, her eyes glued to the spot where Casper had disappeared into the waves. Her son was so young and had been lost in the sea for so long. She was terrified, her legs barely holding her up.

Dillon stood behind her, holding an umbrella, his face mirroring her worry. "Don't worry, Brock will be okay," Aaron tried to reassure her, but Eliza only stared sorrowfully at the turbulent sea, tears streaming down her face. She never imagined she'd rely on Casper for anything. Could she trust him to give his all? What choice did she have now?

why don't you come to the yacht and rest for a bit?" Dillon suggested. He'd already called for a rescue team, and they would be arriving soon. "If Mr.

experience and determination. The sea was a swirling, unforgiving force, and he wasn't sure if he could find

as he was about to lose hope, he spotted Brock. He swam over as fast as

son and, despite her own freezing state, jumped into the water to help him. Aaron watched, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions. Once they were back on land, Brock received immediate first aid and was quickly taken by the rescue team for further treatment. Eliza followed, not sparing a glance at Casper. Casper was exhausted and collapsed onto the beach, letting the rain wash over him. Dillon hurried over, holding

were like a punch

entirely oncher son, seemingly indifferent to Casper's fate. He had risked his life for a child

with unspoken sympathy. "Maybe she..." he started, trying to find some excuse for Eliza, but the words wouldn't come. He couldn't justify her

The doctors kept marveling at his luck, saying any other kid would

was destined