His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 76

"They say getting involved with the wealthy elite is like diving into deep waters. Seems like it's true."

"Shush, let's not talk about it here. Let's step outside."

A few nurses quietly filed out of the room.

Eliza turned over, slowly lifting her slightly swollen eyelids. Indeed, she must have been lucky. She was still alive.

Casper hadn’t taken her life; he was probably saving her for another round of drawing blood.

How could she save his grandfather if she were dead? She understood Casper’s reasoning.

Eliza had been in the hospital for ten days and during that time, Casper hadn’t visited her once.

It was his secretary, however, who showed up when she was about to be discharged.

"Your discharge papers are ready." Faithe placed a stack of documents in front of Eliza, glancing at her briefly.

Eliza didn’t say a word. So, Faithe repeated, "I'm talking to you. Make sure you keep these documents safe."

"Faithe, don’t people usually use titles when speaking to each other?"

Eliza raised her eyes to meet hers, her gaze filled with countless red veins, cold and demanding respect.

Faithe was taken aback. Having been Casper's secretary for many years, Faithe was adept at reading people and treating them accordingly. She had never considered Eliza a significant person and treated Nova much better than she treated Casper’s official wife.

However, at this moment, Eliza’s demeanor made Faithe sense something different.

Faithe pursed her lips. “Yes, Mrs. Welton.”

After helping Eliza pack up, Faithe went to settle the hospital bills.

As they were leaving, she added, “Mr. Casper will be staying with Ms. Nova at the Henderson Estate for a while. After you return home, please do not call him and disturb them.”

Eliza sneered inwardly. Even if she was asked to call Casper, she wouldn’t. There was no need for a specific reminder.

The ride home was silent.

Upon returning to the Welton family estate, Faithe handed Eliza’s belongings to Marian and then left. The house was much quieter without Nova.

He wore a black shirt, perfectly tucked into his suit pants, and his figure was tall and imposing as he walked through the sunlight.

He looked like a deity.

Unfortunately, the light had long vanished from Eliza’s eyes when she looked at him; they were no longer filled with the anticipation and joy of two years ago. Instead, there was coldness and disdain.

With just that one glance, she turned her attention back to the book in her hands, called How to Murder Your Husband.

"You shouldn't be out in the cold fresh out of the hospital." He reached out to take the book from her, noting the title and a barely perceptible frown creased his brow. "Seems like you really hate me."

"It's just a book." She stood up to walk inside, unwilling to engage in further conversation.

"Have you been in touch with Robin?" He casually tossed the book aside, taking a seat in the wicker chair Eliza had just vacated, his hands clasped together. "I suppose you haven’t had the chance yet."

A sudden fear gripped Eliza’s heart.

Her pupils dilated. "What have you done to him?"