His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 358

The car pulled up to Eliza's place. She got out, holding an umbrella over Brock, and turned to the man in the driver's seat, "Hand over the car keys."

"If I give you the keys, how am I supposed to get back?" He couldn't believe she expected him to walk in the rain to find a taxi. "Could you show a little compassion, Ms. Valerie?"

"If you take the car, what am I supposed to drive tomorrow?" She stretched her hand out again, "Give them to me."

Casper had no choice but to hand over the keys to Eliza.

After getting out of the car, he tried to share Eliza's umbrella, but she turned and walked away.

Casper: ...

She wouldn't let him drive, nor share her umbrella. Was she seriously going to let him get soaked?

Once home, Eliza, still anxious about Brock's situation, immediately called the preschool teacher. David listened in from a respectful distance.

The conversation sounded unpleasant, and Eliza angrily hung up the phone.

"What happened?" he asked.

keeps calling Brock a child without a father. I asked the

temples, "...she said the child's father is some high-ranking executive with a

kids the right to misbehave and bully others from such a young

Her eyes filled with sorrow

much of a network in Oak Falls, so he suggested bringing Brock back to Falconridge, "Small towns are like that, full of snobbery and fear of trouble. Instead of letting Brock suffer here, it might be better to return to Falconridge. The preschools

was in Oak Falls, and she wasn't ready

talk about it

worse came to worst, she could move Brock to another preschool. The

deal with the preschool

up to

"And you are...?"

must be Brock's

has been saying and doing some hurtful things to Brock at preschool, and I'm

as he bowed slightly, "Don't worry, I've already spoken to the child and even arranged for a transfer to another school. I sincerely

He bowed deeply.

the preschool teacher had seemed so conflicted over the phone, saying this family was not to be trifled with. How had

Eliza: ...

happening? Something clicked in