His Destructive, Toxic Love

Casper's eyes flashed with anger, "Zach, you better keep your distance."

"Truth stings, huh?" Zach clicked his tongue twice, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "I always thought I was the most messed up person around, but compared to you, I'm practically a saint. Looks like Eliza might as well be dead; she's as good as useless now. Why not... hand her over to me?"

Grinding his teeth, Casper grabbed Zach by the collar. "I wouldn't mind making you disappear from this world, too."

"Why are you so mad?" Zach sneered. "Making the most of everything has always been your style, hasn't it, Mr. Casper?"

Before Zach could finish, Casper's fist connected with his face.

"You better behave and stop messing with me. I don't hold back my fists when I'm angry," Casper growled, his teeth clenched.

Zach burst into laughter. "Wow, my big brother's got some strength. I'm so scared."

Casper then stomped on him twice more before considering the matter settled.

Instead of getting angry, Zach laughed even harder.

Seeing his beloved younger son getting pummeled again, Tristan felt a surge of rage. "Is he addicted to hitting peopl now? Does he think I'm dead or something? He's always resorting to violence; he's got issues."

"I'm fine," Zach got up, dusting himself off. "How's Jeffrey doing? Did he make any final arrangements? If Jeffrey actually bypasses you and hands control of Welton International to Casper, we're in for a rough ride."

"Even if my father did make arrangements, they wouldn't count. He's too old to know stuff."

Tristan's gaze darkened. He should his own son what he could do.

...

When Eliza woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. Her beautiful eyes weakly observed the glaringly white ceiling, her gaze empty.

She wondered if she was dead or alive.

Slowly moving her eyes, she noticed a bag of bright red liquid hanging from the IV stand.

"You're awake."

Following the voice, Eliza looked at the speaker. It was Casper's secretary, Faithe. They had met a few times.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Faithe had always been cold to her; she did not even try to show superficial respect.

"You've lost a lot of blood and need to stay in the hospital for a few more days for transfusions. Mr. Casper is quite busy, so he sent me to check on you. If you need anything, feel free to call me." Then, she left her business card.

Eliza, too weak to speak, just listened.

"If there's nothing urgent here, I'll head back to Ms. Nova's matters. She's quite busy." Faithe threw Eliza a cold and disdainful gaze.

Eliza remained silent. She turned her face away and weakly closed her eyes again.

Nurses were constantly in and out of her hospital room to change her blood and her medication, take her temperature, and measure her blood pressure. When she was not deeply asleep, she could hear the nurses whispering softly.

"She's really lucky to have had so much blood drawn and still not die. Look at her face. She's been

receiving transfusions for thelet

and still looks so pale. It's pitiful."

days

"I heard the old man in the VIP room got her blood and is doing much better. Marrying into wealth didn't bring her joy; she's just become a blood bag for them." "Exactly, that old man is over ninety. Even if the blood transfusions extend his life, he doesn't have many years left, sigh."

"It all comes down to the man she married being heartless. I've never heard of someone from an ordinary family using his wife's blood to save his grandfather. It's beyond cruel."