His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Ma'am, you really should go to the hospital. Your knee is full of glass shards. How are you going to take them out on your own?"

"Don't worry, I can do it."

Eliza did her best to patch up her wound and left the house limping.

She sat in the taxi and stared blankly at the huge display screen in the square. On it, a man was carrying a fragile woman up the stairs, one hand around her, the other clutching a distinctive cane. Yep. It was Casper and Nova.

They were on the second floor of the Falconridge Grand Theatre, where an art exhibition took place.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

They didn't shy away from the paparazzi's flashing cameras, their eyes locked in a tender gaze.

Once upon a time, Eliza had dreamed that Casper would look at her like that, but her joyous pursuit only ended in cold stares and mockery.

His love was stingy, reserved only for Nova.

Eliza's phone buzzed in her hand. She tore her eyes away. "Hello?"

"Elle, I just saw Casper on the news," Chelsea's voice was cautious. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Eliza's voice was cool, with a hint of suppressed endurance.

Over the past two years, Chelsea had never pried into Eliza's feelings, much less her marriage.

Chelsea knew that once Eliza set her mind on something, nothing could change it. But today, she couldn't help but add, "Aren't you completely fed up yet?"

"I do look like a joke," she said with a bitter laugh.

"You don't have to be a joke. If you want, I can get the best lawyer in Falconridge to handle your divorce."

Chelsea just feared Eliza wouldn't want to leave.

"Chelsea, I've already decided," she said, looking back at the large screen in the square. The video of the couple on the screen felt like a knife to her heart. "I will get a divorce." "Really?" Chelsea almost screamed, her voice tinged with excitement. "Has he agreed?"

"Not yet."

"It's okay, take your time. He won't drag it out for long. He probably wants to make things official with Nova."

Even the Falconridge paparazzi could guess Casper wanted to make Nova his official wife. But Jeffrey needed Eliza's blood, making Casper hesitate.

Unfortunately, Eliza probably couldn't have children, dashing the Welton family's hopes.

"Chelsea, there's something else I need your help with."

"Anything."

"Mercy Hospital."

Chelsea knew as much about Mercy Hospital as Eliza did. Unsure why it came up, Chelsea asked, "What about it?"

"Casper had Robin admitted to Mercy Hospital. I went to see him today, and he's in a bad mental state..."

"Is it because of Nova again?"

Everything Casper did against the Pinotti family was for Nova. That was a given.

A sharp pain shot through Eliza's knee, reminding her that she was being treated this way because of Nova, too.

"Who else but her."

"Your family did everything they could for Nova's knee back then. What more does she want? It's ridiculous. If Casper has a problem with the surgery or any complications, he should take it up with the hospital, not blame your family."

Casper's love was too intense; every bit of Nova's pain pierced his heart.

Moreover, once Nova returned to the Henderson family, one misfortune after another struck them.

First, Mr. Henderson died of a sudden heart attack, and Mrs. Henderson, unable to cope, attempted suicide in the middle of the night.