His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 687

"Eliza, don't worry about him, that jerk deserves a taste of his own medicine for once," Alec said, thumping his chest with bravado, not realizing how serious things had gotten. "I've got your back, girl."

"Casper..." Eliza reached out to press against the man's bleeding head wound, her hands and clothes stained with his blood. Panic was creeping in. "Quick, call 911!"

Hallie, sensing the gravity of the situation, fumbled for her phone. "Hang on, I'm calling emergency services right now."

"Why call 911? That jerk had it coming, might as well have finished him off," Alec slurred, clearly drunk, while Renee, equally tipsy, squinted through blurred vision. "He's bad news. None of you know how he treated Eliza before; he deserved to be hit."

Casper was struggling to stay upright, his head spinning from the blows.

For a moment, everything went blank.

The ambulance showed up swiftly, and luckily, the hospital was nearby.

After a whirlwind of tests, cleaning, and bandaging, Casper was finally wheeled out of the emergency room.

Eliza hurried over. "Doctor, how's my husband?"

"The patient has a mild concussion. We'll keep an eye on him," the doctor said, casting a sympathetic glance at Casper before adding, "Couples argue, but violence is a step too far. You're lucky this time; it could have been much worse."

Eliza felt a pang of guilt. Did the doctor think she was the one who hit him?

Whatever.

No point in explaining.

"Got it."

nurse wheeled Casper

the man with his head wrapped in bandages, remorse in her eyes. "I'm sorry, my friends probably got the

you all hate me that much?" Casper was genuinely shocked that someone would just smash a bottle on his head out of

hadn't expected it

it trying

hoped Casper would let it slide. "Renee knows

Did he hear that

again. No wonder your friend

it, I'm... the ex-husband."

was about to

not ready to let it go, said, "Yeah, am I not the ex? No ring, and

anyone. I'm just extra

Casper was genuinely upset.

that anger, his head

vei

made fun of my ring, saying it looked

the ones who can't see

don't be mad. Why did you even come? If it was important, you could've just

her