His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 518

“This is my wife, and also the patient Robin’s older sister, Eliza.” Dr. Peels had just settled into his chair when he stood up again, extending a polite handshake to Eliza. “Mrs. Welton, you look so young and full of grace. With such beauty and positivity around, I’m sure Robin’s condition will improve. Mr. Casper is truly a lucky man.” Eliza responded with a courteous smile.

Once the pleasantries were exchanged, everyone found their seats. Casper was deep in conversation with Dr. Peels about Robin’s condition, but Eliza couldn’t help noticing Dr. Peels’ fondness for a drink. He wasn’t just enjoying a drink himself; he was dragging Casper along for round after round.

Initially, Casper held his own. But bit by bit, Eliza saw him falter; his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and his movements and words started to falter. She wanted to step in, but Dr. Peels was in such high spirits that she couldn’t get a word in. Every time she tried to speak, the clinking of glasses drowned her out as yet another round was poured.

The liquor, though top-notch, was strong – over fifty percent proof. It wasn’t long before a few bottles were emptied. “Mr. Casper, you can really hold your liquor! In all my fifty years, I’ve yet to meet someone who can keep up with me drink for drink. I truly admire young folks like you,” Dr. Peels declared before downing another glass.

He savored the taste, unable to resist praising the drink, “Back home, we’d reach for a good bourbon, smooth and rich. You’ve got to have a few glasses to really savor it.” When he noticed Casper not drinking, he urged, “Come on, Mr. Casper, finish your drink. Don’t make me look bad.”

“Maybe I should drink for him?” Eliza suggested as she reached for Casper’s glass, but he gently held her wrist, “Don’t drink, you’re driving.” He twisted open a water bottle, downed half of it, and then picked up the glass to finish it off.

Dr. Peels was delighted. “Mr. Casper, what a champ! It’s been a real pleasure today. Let’s have another!”

Eliza thought to herself: Seriously, is Dr. Peels a bit of a lush? How can a doctor drink like this without worrying about his hands shaking in surgery?

“I’ll help you.” Director Sun managed to escort Dr. Peels out.

Eliza quickly got up to see them to the door, playing the good host. Soon the room was empty, leaving only Casper sitting there, eyes closed, cheeks flushed, lost in a drunken haze. It was the first time she’d seen him this far gone.

“Casper,” she called softly.