His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 630

Eliza's face was as dark as a stormy night, her eyes full of hostility. Fiona froze, her attempt at confrontation feeling as if she'd punched a pillow. She had expected to rile Eliza up, even prepared herself to throw in some taunts. But now, the tables had turned, and she was the one left feeling foolish.

"Well, you've been around the block. Figure it out yourself," Fiona muttered, deflated. She slung her purse over her shoulder, clicked into her high heels, and made a swift exit from Eliza's office before any real fireworks could start.

The buzz around Casper's scandal eventually died down. The internet returned to its usual calm, and the stock price of Welton International held steady at the day's close. Casper sat in the CEO's office, massaging his temples, his gaze tired as he stared out the expansive window.

Dillon approached with a steaming cup of coffee, offering it to him. "Mr. Casper, it’s all settled now. What’s the next move?"

"Did you dig up Fiona’s past like I asked?"

Dillon nodded, handing over a folder brimming with details about Fiona. "Word is, the kid isn’t Rory’s."

Casper sifted through the documents, his expression growing darker by the second. She had the nerve to use his feelings for Rory to deceive him. Profiting off someone who had passed—it was beyond him.

"What was she thinking? How could someone be so cruel?"

"The parentage needs to be rock solid. If there's any mistake..." Casper trailed off, determined not to wrong Rory’s memory.

Dillon chimed in, "Mr. Casper, I’m planning to head to Golden Ridge tomorrow. I’ll check out Fiona’s ties with that Mr. Feng and get a paternity test done."

"Thanks for the pep talk," Casper said, giving Dillon a light kick.

Later that evening, Casper returned to Welton Estate. Everything about Fiona seemed unchanged. She was in the kitchen, preparing his favorite dishes. In her apron, she looked every bit the perfect housewife.

"You're back," she greeted warmly, handing him his slippers. "Go wash up; dinner’s ready. I made your favorite truffle and sea cucumber."

He watched her retreating figure, his brow creasing in thought. Before everything went south, he had seen Fiona as a rare gem. She hadn’t let hardships force her to abandon Rory’s child, choosing instead to chase love and remain steadfast and true. He had admired her for that.

But it had all been a façade. Her life hadn’t been the noble tale she spun. She was simply trying to leverage his guilt over Rory to climb into elite society, looking for a wealthy father figure for her child. It was all deceit, all lies. His gaze towards her grew colder and more distant by the moment.