His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 436

He's getting engaged today, so he must be swamped, right?

Why does he have the time to return her call?

After calming herself, she answered the phone, "Hello?"

"I'm free anytime, just let me know what works for you," his voice was clear and bright, showing no sign of impatience.

Eliza, still worried about disturbing him, quickly said, "How about tomorrow afternoon? The coffee shop below your office."

"That works."

"Great."

After hanging up, Eliza’s heart was still pounding.

Was she being thoughtless? On the day Casper was getting engaged, she had arranged to meet him tomorrow. And he agreed to meet without asking any questions.

It didn't matter.

The issue with Brock was always a thorn in her side. The child was Casper’s too. She had to hear what he had to say before figuring out what to do next.

After a night filled with anxiety, the afternoon came.

Eliza arrived early at the agreed spot. On her way there, she thought about how to start the conversation with Casper regarding Brock’s parentage. But it seemed nothing she planned felt right.

She feared his rejection, yet also feared his acceptance. Her thoughts were as tangled as weeds by the roadside.

"Sorry, I was held up by a meeting." He was as charming as a gentle breeze, striding over and taking a seat opposite her. "Have you been waiting long?"

His demeanor was gentle, like he was meeting an old friend.

Eliza steadied her racing heart and managed a small smile, "I arrived early."

"Okay." He nodded, ordered a coffee from the waitress, and looked back at Eliza. "So, what brings you here?"

"Actually, there is something."

Casper gave a straightforward answer.

Eliza was stunned. Was he really not considering Susan’s feelings at all? That was his fiancée.

"Shouldn't you discuss such an important matter with your fiancée?"

"No need," he said bluntly.

Eliza was somewhat puzzled. She swallowed, trying to explain, "Brock is growing up. Even though he's sensible, I can tell he yearns for a father. When he was younger, I could tell him his dad was gone, but if we keep saying that, he'll feel inferior."

Casper: ...

Saying he was dead, would Brock feel inferior?

As the person in question, how could he feel good about that?

He silently fumed inside. Yet, on the outside, he remained understanding, "You have a point."