His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper found a spot and moved in.

"Oh my God, the baby is falling..." the crowd screamed in panic.

Eliza's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened, unable to believe what was happening right in front of her.

She was frozen. She wanted to move, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead. All she could do was watch helplessly as Brock plummeted from the fifth-floor window.

It felt like her blood was rushing backward, flooding her eyes. Dizziness washed over her. Her vision darkened, sinking her into despair.

But then, miraculously, Brock didn't hit the ground. Instead, he landed safely in Casper's arms.

Casper caught him.

Brock blinked, his tiny mouth quivered, and then he burst into tears.

Eliza, on the verge of fainting, was snapped back to reality by the sound of crying. She saw that Brock was unharmed, with all limbs intact. He was handed to her, and she broke down in tears. Dillon came running out of the shopping mall. He approached Casper and whispered, "The room was locked. I couldn't get in. Eventually, we got it open, but I didn't see Aaron." "He must have left early."

How could he stay at the scene of the incident? Unfortunately for him, he miscalculated this plan.

Eliza and Brock went to the hospital. Brock was a bit shaken, but everything was fine.

home from the hospital, Eliza couldn't stop thinking about

much thought, she could only come up with one reason. That is... Brock was Casper's

But weren't they best friends who grew up

as a family doctor for a long

thought. He coughed deliberately to let her know he was back. Hearing the noise, Eliza snapped out of it and sat up

him proactively. Casper was a bit taken aback. His response was a bit awkward. "Yeah." "Thank you for today, for saving my son. I will repay you," she said naturally, her tone gentle, devoid of hostility or irritation. This was the second time Casper had saved her child. No matter what, she couldn't forget this debt of gratitude. Casper's

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