Chapter 672

"Dillon, he's my best friend, the best I've ever had in my life."

Dillon got it—the bond between the two of them was something special. But Casper couldn't keep letting people use Rory's memory as an excuse to hurt his family.

"Mr. Casper, Rory wouldn't hold it against you. You've given Fiona enough chances. She's the one choosing this destructive path."

Casper wasn't cold-hearted; no one really understood the depth of his connection with Rory. It was going to take him a while to wrap his head around everything. He wished so badly that Dylan was Rory's child-it would've given him a chance to make things right. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

The car finally pulled up to the old mansion. Casper's steps were heavy as he made his way inside. Eliza was still up, waiting for him in the living room. She knew Casper too well and had a pretty good idea of what he was dealing with that night. She couldn't help but feel anxious to hear what had happened.

"You're back?" she said, getting up to meet him.

Casper forced a small smile. "Why are you still awake?"

"Waiting for you."

a twinge of guilt. "I'm sorry, I got caught up with some stuff and lost

She could sense his mood and gently took

he said, pulling her into an embrace and

about Fiona?" Her voice was soft, hoping he wouldn't shut

Fiona that's bothering me. It's... Rory." He sighed, his

to piece

feel like dealing with Fiona means you're letting

Fiona was something he had to do. "I broke a promise, yes, but I don't regret it, Elle. There's nothing more

she imagined she'd

go visit Rory's grave sometime. I don't think

"Alright."

gave him was beyond

no one saw Tristan's tantrum coming. At first,

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