His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 14

"Thinking about divorcing him?"

Eliza didn't deny it. Every time Casper endangered her and her family's lives for Nova, her urge to leave him only grew stronger.

"Yes."

Aaron was initially stunned but didn’t say much. Being Casper’s wife was a position of prestige that many only dreamt of.

Was Eliza really prepared to throw it all away?

"Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely."

Aaron didn’t press further and focused on treating her wounds. His hands were skillful and gentle as he applied the medicine and bandaged her injuries.

"If you get a fever tomorrow, make sure to go to the hospital," he reminded her.

Eliza nodded slightly. "Thank you."

"Get some rest. If you feel unwell, give me a call, and I'll come by to change your dressing again tomorrow," he said, picking up his medical kit.

Her eyes fell sadly. "Don’t bother. I can't afford to pay for more house calls."

She was unemployed and low on funds. She had to save every penny counted.

Aaron felt a pang of sympathy, "I won’t charge you."

"Really, Aaron, thank you, but I don't want to trouble you."

"Stay seated. I'll lock the door on my way out." Aaron gave Eliza a meaningful look before leaving.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his breathing became heavy. He couldn't resist calling Casper. "Do you know about Eliza’s leg injury?"

"Call me if you need anything."

Casper's car took a detour to Eliza’s apartment. The lights were still on in her window.

After he finished a cigarette, he dialed her number. "Come downstairs."

Eliza's hand trembled slightly as she held the phone. He knew full well how badly her knee was injured, yet he still made such a request. Her heart grew colder. "If it’s something important, we can talk over the phone."

"If you don’t come down, don’t bother talking to me about Robin’s issue ever again."

With that, he hung up. If Casper were willing to discuss Robin's matter, she would meet him, even at the risk of her knee.

Eliza tried to stand, failing several times before grabbing a cane.

Half an hour later, Eliza, leaning on her cane, made her way downstairs with difficulty. Her forehead was covered in sweat, and her breathing was uneven and rapid.