His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 736

Dillon's words were gentle, but the reality was clear to everyone - things were looking bleak. After hanging up the call, Casper felt like his very soul had been ripped away, leaving him slumped against his seat, his eyes still wet with tears, glaringly red. The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but sigh quietly.

The car sped along, filled with a sense of dread. The scene they arrived at was a nightmare, enough to shake anyone to their core. Crystal Clear's executive car was a wreck, and a few other cars were overturned on the roadside, adding to the chaos. Blood mixed with rainwater, creating winding streams on the asphalt, while the air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the suffocating scent of despair.

Casper, with eyes bloodshot, felt as though each step he took was dragging him deeper into an abyss. The rescue was still ongoing. Dillon braved the rain, jogging over to him. "Mr. Casper, the executive car is in pretty bad shape. We'll need a crane to move the boulder before we can see inside."

"Is she... really in there?" His voice was filled with despair, his legs barely holding him up. Dillon stepped in quickly to steady him. "It seems so."

"I... I need to see her," Casper said, his determination unwavering, even if it was to be their last meeting, even if she was unrecognizable.

was gruesome. Those caught in the accident were still trapped, their bodies mangled. Dillon worried Casper wouldn't be able to handle it. He gripped Casper's arm firmly. "Mr.

Dillon could see Casper's pain, his fingers tightening on

of collapse. "Wait for what?" His voice cracked as he

looked down, unable to meet

scared. I need to be with

but realized that words were

the pain of losing someone you love. "Then I'll go

Eliza's phone was easy to recognize with its custom case featuring Brock and Brett's faces. He gently picked it up, wiped it clean, and handed it to Casper. "Mr. Casper, this

him. Casper lowered his eyes to the broken screen, which flashed a picture of Brock and Brett. Despair and sorrow overwhelmed him. Losing his last shred of hope, he collapsed to his knees in the rain, clutching the phone and finally letting his