His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 540

Maybe it was because she was feeling a bit better.

"You know, if you're open to a new relationship, mom and I are all for it. Brock is Casper's child, and even though Casper is gone, Brock's identity remains. He shouldn't be a hurdle in your quest for happiness." Eliza gave a gentle smile.

Everyone wanted her to take that next step forward.

She just wondered if Casper, up there in the heavens, wanted the same for her.

"Sis, how could a child ever be a stumbling block? Even if I meet someone new, he should love kids. If he can't accept mine, why would I want to be with him? Just because he's a guy?"

Eliza chuckled and shook her head. She wasn't that desperate for male company. "I can take care of myself and my child just fine without a man." Caroline hadn't meant it like that.

Since Eliza had her own ideas and plans, Caroline figured it wasn't her place to push further.

"Okay." Caroline stood up, getting ready to leave. "I'll head back now. Once we're back in Falconridge, let's find some time to catch up properly." "Sounds good," Eliza said, standing up as well and grabbing her purse to settle the bill. "This coffee's on me, sis."

"Alright, thanks."

Caroline didn't protest.

Her eyes lingered on Eliza's belly, slightly rounded but not too noticeable.

She had a hunch.

Eliza might be pregnant.

As for whether Casper was the father, she wasn't sure.

But judging by the size, it seemed about five months along.

the case, it could very well

stumbled, bumping into a table behind her

quickly caught her, concerned. "Sis, are you okay?

I should get

back in Falconridge." Eliza

was lost in thought on

accidentally spilling her

quiet manor tucked away

Dillon noticed her, looking

flustered, and

her

ders. "What's going on?

Something happen?"

belongs to en.kikist

Dillon, a bit

deep breath, she tried

"Where's Casper?"

got back as well, doesn't seem to be in the

been sitting there for hours, not moving

Dillon was worried.

nod. "I'll go talk to

in France for treatment

exactly eager about

covered up, a mask hiding his face, leaving Dillon to guess his emotions through his

knew he was

been urging him to go for skin graft surgery,

face, which would need countless operations