His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 560

"Ouch..." she winced, "...why don't you watch where you're going?"

Chelsea, cradling her injured eye, shot a glare with her other clear eye at the unexpected figure in the white coat. This sudden eye contact was like a spark igniting a barrel of gunpowder, instantly setting Chelsea ablaze with fury. "Caleb, are you blind? You bumped into me. Can't you at least apologize?" Chelsea's voice shot up, making sure everyone within earshot knew her annoyance.

Caleb closed the file in his hand, eyebrows knitted and lips pressed in a thin line, clearly annoyed and resigned. "Chelsea, get your facts straight. You ran into me. Shouldn't you be the one apologizing?"

"I ran into you? Then how come you're not hurt?" She pointed at her eye, struggling to open it fully. "Look at me! If I lose my sight, I'll have to take yours as a replacement."

Caleb couldn't figure out why Chelsea seemed like she had a personal vendetta against him, as if he'd wronged her in a past life. Every encounter with her was anything but peaceful.

You'd think he'd dug up her family's grave or something.

"So, are you blind then?" He held back his irritation, turned to leave, but couldn't resist stopping to throw a glare back. "When you do go blind, I might just find a pair of pig's eyes to replace yours."

"You..." Chelsea was on the verge of blowing her top. She snatched her purse and hurled it at him, hitting him squarely. "Have you lost all decency? You bump into someone, don't apologize, and then call them an animal? Are you even a doctor? More like a vet." "Yep, just for treating cases like you." He seemed to be winding her up on purpose.

In her fury, Chelsea threw her phone.

right on the spot where she'd hit him with a

off guard, pain shooting through every nerve, his eyes involuntarily narrowing. Beneath the bandage on his forehead, fresh blood seeped through, a stark,

a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Consider me Dr. Caleb's karma. You don't mind, do

forehead, was caught

man, and a doctor on

have torn this

you wait. If you ever end up in my hands, I'll make sure you understand just how formidable I

loudly, almost theatrically, as if to further stoke his anger. "Only kids make empty threats. You're going

treatment room to

single decent person in the Welton family. You better

to his wound in front

him and asked worriedly, "Dr.

bumped into something." He said

the same spot again, isn't it?" "Yes," he chuckled

awkward smile. "Do you

it's almost done." He applied some ointment and put on a slightly larger Band-aid, casually changing the subject. "How's the patient in bed 23,