His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 673

"If you don't give my son a share of the inheritance, I'm moving back into the family mansion with them," Tristan shamelessly declared.

Audrey couldn't hold back any longer and flung the rosary beads she was holding at him. The beads were hefty and smacked Tristan right in the face, making his head snap to the side.

"Ouch!" he hissed in pain.

"Audrey, how dare you hit me?" Tristan glared at her, his eyes blazing.

Audrey shed her usual calm demeanor, grabbing a delicate crystal ashtray from the coffee table. "Tristan, this mansion is mine now. If you cause trouble here, I won’t just hit you; I'll make you regret it."

Before Tristan could react, the ashtray flew from her hand and smacked him on the forehead with a loud thud, drawing blood.

"How could you turn into this? You're supposed to be the lady of the house, not some common brawler."

Tristan was left a bit dizzy from the blow, his anger rising. But with Casper there, he didn't dare to lash out more.

Audrey, still fuming, picked up a white porcelain lamp. She had endured Tristan's bullying for so many years, and chances to stand up to him were rare.

"Are you leaving or not?"

"Audrey!!!" Tristan, clutching his bleeding head, looked dazed. "This is why our son has no respect for me. Fine, just wait, I'll be back."

With no advantage gained, Tristan staggered out of the mansion.

Eliza quickly helped Audrey sit down, gently soothing her. "Mom, don't let him get to you. Let Casper handle it; he'll sort it out."

"He’s been a thorn in my side all my life, and even after our divorce, he still doesn’t leave me in peace."

Audrey felt a wave of self-pity. She had hoped for a few peaceful years in her later life, but no—Tristan had to go and have another child.

Whether he had kids or remarried, Audrey didn't care, but he couldn’t come around bullying her son.

Eliza gently refused, "No need, you head home. I might be really late. If it gets too late, I'll crash at the office. There's just so much happening lately. You rest up and don’t wait for me."

Casper felt a strange pang in his heart. He was a bit miffed.

"So when will things slow down?"

Eliza gave a small smile. "Probably by spring. Once the orders are fulfilled, we'll have a breather."

To Casper, that felt like ages away. Was he supposed to spend his nights alone until then? How could he possibly sleep?

"Maybe I should just come with you. I'll be lonely, cold, and bored at home," he said, holding her hand with a pleading look.

Eliza gave him a curious look. "You're not planning to keep tabs on me all the time, are you?"

"Of course not, no way. I just want to be with you. I feel bad for you having to work so late. Besides, I've got nothing better to do at home anyway, right?"