His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 111

Casper’s gaze turned icy in an instant. Aaron seemed to understand Eliza better than he did.

"How could she not bear to part with it?" A chill burst from the depths of Casper's eyes. "Eliza was arrested, and you must be heartbroken, right? Let me tell you, she wanted to kill Nova and spent a hundred grand hiring someone to set a fire. This is an undeniable fact."

Aaron still couldn’t believe it. Sure, Eliza despised Nova, but from what he knew of her, she’d rather leave Casper than kill someone.

Could it be...?

"Do you have any evidence for this?"

"The police already arrested her. What more evidence do you need?" Casper's cold eyes stared directly at Aaron. "You seem very distressed."

"And what about you?"

Aaron never believed Casper was heartless. But time and again, as he treated Eliza with cold indifference, Aaron couldn’t help but think Casper truly was ruthless.

"I'll believe what the police say," Casper said coldly.

Aaron scoffed, "She was with you for two years. You..."

"It seems you are really distressed." Casper’s tone was mocking, his eyes cold. "You better not try to save her. If she made a mistake, she should be punished."

"Did she really make a mistake though?" Aaron was emotional, his eyes red. "If she really did, I have nothing to say... But is the truth you want the same as the truth in your heart?"

Casper's face darkened. What was the truth he believed? From the look in Casper’s eyes, Aaron saw something he didn’t want to accept.

Aaron shook his head, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow. "You should really think about this. From the moment you two started arguing about divorce until now, have you treated her right?"

Even Aaron, an outsider, never doubted Eliza’s character. Yet Casper, who shared a bed with Eliza for over seven hundred nights, kept insisting she was the arsonist. Nova was the victim, and he unconditionally took a stand against Eliza?

Casper left the hospital room and returned to his own house. The staff were still working. He took off his coat, unbuttoned his collar, and irritably lit a cigarette.

"Marian."

He removed the cigarette from his lips, holding it between his fingers. Marian hurried over, afraid of being slow. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"I need to ask you, what happened when Nova got hurt with the knife last time?" Casper's gaze was uncompromising.

Marian's heart pounded; she swallowed hard. "Sir, didn’t Ms. Nova say... it was Mrs. Welton... who hurt her?"

"Were you there?"

Marian felt a tightening in her chest. Of course, she was there and knew that Eliza had not stabbed Nova.