His Destructive, Toxic Love

Her subtle fragrance quickly drew him in, and he turned his bites into kisses. She passively endured his overpowering presence. As usual, he sought his own pleasure, completely indifferent to whether she was enjoying it or not. Afterward, he tossed her a pill, which she promptly threw in the trash.

He was taken aback. "Why aren't you taking it?"

"Do you think after you made me take half a bottle of birth control, I can still get pregnant?" she replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

He was stunned. More than shock, a complex, unreadable emotion flickered in his eyes. "What did the doctor say?"

"Nothing much, just that I can't have kids anymore." She nonchalantly wrapped her clothes around herself, adding, "When you have a moment, we should get our marriage certificate."

Casper didn't say anything more. Silence hung heavily between them.

Marian rushed upstairs, her voice urgent, "Sir, there's a call from the Welton family mansion. Jeffrey is seriously ill. You need to go there immediately."

Casper grabbed his coat and turned to Eliza. "Before we get divorced, you're still my wife. Come to the Welton mansion with me."

The Weltons weren't particularly kind to her but weren't overly harsh either. Eliza had no reason to refuse.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

When they arrived at the mansion, the hall was filled with close friends, family, and other guests visiting Jeffrey. Casper was called into the inner chamber. Eliza stood alone in the outer hall, feeling somewhat lost.

Casper's grandfather Jeffrey was over ninety years old and had been in poor health for years. The Weltons had tried everything to extend his life. It seemed he couldn't hold on much longer.

Casper was the only grandchild allowed to visit him. He came out of the inner chamber, and Tristan pulled him aside. "Will your grandfather... make it?"

"Aaron said, at most, half a year."

"What are you waiting for then? You need to get Eliza pregnant. Once she gets pregnant, her blood can save your grandfather."

Jeffrey's illness required a complete blood transfusion, and Eliza, with her rare genetic makeup, was the best candidate. If Eliza got pregnant, the antibodies in her blood would increase exponentially. With her blood, Jeffrey could live at least another decade.

Casper remained silent. Tristan was dissatisfied by Casper's reaction and continued, "It's been two years of marriage without any sign of pregnancy from her. Is it your problem or hers? Casper, you need to understand that without your grandfather, the Welton family's fortune will suffer for over a decade. You need to act fast."

Back in the outer hall, Casper looked at Eliza. She behaved properly, merely lowering her gaze, looking more like an indifferent outsider.

On the way back, he kept glancing at Eliza while gripping the steering wheel. After several glances, she turned her face away, staring out the car window.

"You sent your mother to a rural hospital. Do you think she'll get better treatment there? Maybe you should bring her back. I'll talk to the hospital. We can defer the medical bills."

Eliza remained silent. This afterthought felt meaningless.

“There's no need to sell your bracelet over a medical bill of a few thousand dollars. If you need money, just tell me."

Eliza's expression flickered slightly. For the first time in their two years of marriage, she heard him say, "If you need money, just tell me."

Then, he handed her a credit card. "For your everyday expenses, you can use this card."

Eliza looked down at the card but didn't take it. With a cold and slightly mocking tone, she replied, "No thank you."