His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza, with Brock in tow, entered the women's restroom. As she cleaned up the mess on her clothes, she kept an eye on her son, playing with his toy car nearby. The little car's wheels were so nimble that it rolled away at the slightest touch. Eliza got distracted for just a moment and didn't notice Brock following his car out of the restroom. In an instant, he was scooped up by a pair of strong arms and whisked away. When Eliza turned around and saw Brock was gone, her heart dropped. She bolted out, shouting his name, "Brock! Brock!"

To everyone she encountered, she frantically asked, "Have you seen a little boy, about three years old? He's wearing beige pants and a blue shirt."

Each person shook their head, fueling Eliza's panic. Desperate, she pulled out her phone and tried calling Aaron, but the call wouldn't go through.

"Brock... Brock... Brock..." she called out as she raced down from the third floor to the ground floor, but there was no sign of her little boy. As she clutched her phone, her heart pounded like a drum. It had to be Aaron who took him. What now? What could she do? Eliza paced in place, frantic. Just then, Casper and Dillon rushed over. Casper grabbed her trembling shoulders, his voice steady but urgent. "Where's the child? What happened?"

Eliza's eyes were already red, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know. I just looked away for a second, and he was gone. I really don't know..." she said, her voice shaking. Casper's gaze swept the area sharply. "Where's Aaron? Where did he go?"

"I don't know. I don't know where he went..." Eliza shook her head helplessly. She could sense something bad was about to happen.

them. Suddenly, a loud shout pierced the air. "Look, why is that child playing by the window? That's too dangerous! If he falls, it would be

of them immediately

tense. Their eyes were drawn to the window. "Brock." Eliza gasped. Brock was perched on the windowsill, his other leg about to move from inside to outside

called out urgently but softly, afraid to startle

eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. His small hands clung tightly to the window frame as he cried and called

with desperation. Eliza's heart was gripped with panic and tension. She

Dillon, who understood immediately and headed upstairs. Brock's crying grew more intense, his small body swaying precariously outside

move, baby," Eliza

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