His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 657

"Does it hurt a lot?" She could see the fresh wound.

"It's fine, doesn't hurt," Casper replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Just then, Dillon walked in.

The doctor finished bandaging Casper's wound, advising, "You'll need to sleep on your stomach for the next few days. Make sure to take good care of him."

"Got it," Eliza replied softly.

Casper turned to Dillon, "Did you see who it was? Who would be so bold to pull this at the racecourse?"

"It was Fiona," Dillon revealed.

Casper was taken aback, and Eliza was equally shocked.

Fiona?

Hadn't Casper already paid her to leave Falconridge?

How bitter must she have been to resort to throwing acid?

"Has she lost her mind?" Eliza fumed, clenching her fists. "Where is she now?"

"The police have already taken her away."

Eliza, seething with anger, felt like she could tear Fiona apart. "Dillon, stay here with Casper. I'm heading to the police station."

"Ma'am, you..." Dillon started to protest.

But Casper raised a hand to stop him, "Let her go. She needs to let off some steam."

"Then I'll call Mr. Raths right away to see if he can help," Dillon said.

Raging, Eliza stormed into the police station, where Fiona was still under interrogation.

Ignoring all decorum, she barged into the room and delivered a fierce slap to Fiona's face.

The blow was so hard that Fiona's lip started to bleed.

"Fiona, are you out of your mind? Acid, really? You dared to throw it at me?" Eliza shouted, fury in her eyes. "If Casper hadn’t jumped in, I’d be scarred for life! What were you thinking?"

Before she could fully exhale, a child’s voice called out, "Auntie."

She looked down, squinting against the light, to see a familiar little face.

Dylan.

Fiona’s son.

At first, she thought the boy was Casper and Fiona’s child and had always kept her distance.

But what fault did the child have?

With a mother like Fiona, she even felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"You’re... Dylan, right?" she asked.

Dylan nodded, inching closer cautiously, "Auntie, did they arrest my mom?"

"Your mom, she..." How could she explain to the child who once saved her son's life that his mother tried to hurt someone? "...she made some bad choices, and the police need to talk to her."