His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 658

"Do you think I'll ever see him again?" the child asked, his big eyes brimming with panic and worry.

Eliza's heart ached at the sight. She reached out and gently patted his head. "Not right now, sweetie."

"And later on?"

"Later... I'm not sure," Eliza admitted, feeling the weight of uncertainty.

The little guy seemed to grasp her hesitation, his fluffy head drooping slowly. "Thanks, ma'am. I'll head back now."

He turned and started walking away, his small figure moving in the opposite direction.

Watching him take those few steps, Eliza called out, "Where are you going? There's no one at home to look after you."

"I can take care of myself, ma'am," he replied, his head hanging low as he trudged along the wall, like he'd done something wrong.

The sun cast a long shadow behind his small frame, making the scene feel even more desolate and lonely.

Eliza's heart softened; she felt a pang of discomfort watching him leave. But what could she do? If she brought Dylan back, Fiona would probably accuse her of kidnapping.

Just as Eliza left the police station, a dark car pulled up at the entrance.

The back door opened, and a tall man stepped out, removing his sunglasses to glance at the station's entrance. He paused briefly before heading inside.

emerged from the station

me out?" Fiona asked, her face full of confusion. "You owe me

hero," the man said, lighting a cigarette with practiced elegance. He took

know each other. What do you want

no reason?" The man chuckled, almost mocking her naivety. "If you want your freedom,

for me.

inside

wanted to avoid returning to jail. But

"Who are you, anyway?"

Name's Zach," he

a bell for Fiona. Wasn't he the Welton family's illegitimate son? What was

be anything good for the

way. That would be a disaster for

help you," she said, shaking her

it, a sharp slap landed on her

taken aback by the

mess with. Nor was he

in prison, courtesy of Casper, had only fueled his need

got a young son. Every

nanny takes