Chapter 325

Eliza had no clue how long Sam had been washing up. Her eyelids grew heavy, and before she knew it, she'd dozed off for a bit. The familiar yet odd sound of water suddenly stopped, followed by the rustling of clothes. That was when she rubbed her eyes and looked towards the bathroom door.

As the light in the bathroom clicked off, the door creaked open... A tall man stepped out, now in clean work clothes. His hair, which had been hanging in front of his face, was pushed back, revealing his true appearance.

Eliza's eyes widened, a jolt of shock running through her like electricity, leaving her frozen. She stared at the man, her gaze filled with disbelief and deep confusion. He looked so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes. This wasn't just someone who looked like Casper; it was unmistakably him.

Slowly, she approached him, reaching out to lift his shirt, wanting to check for the knife wound she had inflicted on him back then. If the scar was there, it would confirm that this man was indeed Casper.

Just as her hand was about to touch his shirt, he instinctively stepped back, fear evident in his eyes. He didn't say a word but was visibly tense.

Eliza stopped immediately, stepping back. "Don't be scared. I won't touch you."

him to sit down. "Let me take care of the wound on your hand

calming a child. His eyes on

with calluses and bloody blisters, and the skin was punctured and damaged. Casper was a young master who had never had to lift a finger but had now fallen to such a state. It was impossible not to feel

wounds with alcohol and then wrapped them in gauze. "Look at all these blisters on your hand. Doesn't it hurt when you work?"

like an innocent child. Who would have thought that a man who once commanded respect in Falconridge and stirred up storms would suddenly become... like

ate quickly, devouring the food as if he hadn't eaten well in days. She noticed the empty bowl and asked, "Do you want more?" Without looking up at her, he nodded eagerly. So, she served him another

send him back home. Casper folded his clothes and found an empty spot on the floor to lie down and

a bed for him. She watched him gradually fall asleep and pondered whether to inform Dillon. But even if Casper returned to Falconridge, what then? A fool could do nothing and

remained simple-minded forever, without the complexities of love and hate, desires and schemes, and lived purely in some corner of the world... perhaps that

en

Eliza woke Brock up to

curled up next to the sofa

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