His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 155

"Ms. Nova, your lucky days are just around the corner," Faithe's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Hang tight, I'll come replace you and spill all the details in person."

After hanging up, Faithe headed to the design department.

Nova personally brewed her a cup of top-notch coffee, wearing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Faithe, what do you mean by 'lucky days?""

Faithe took the coffee from Nova, not rushing to answer. Instead, she first complimented Nova's outfit. "Ms. Nova, is that dress Chanel? It's gorgeous and makes you look like... well, like a lady of a grand estate."

"Faithe, quit teasing! Tell me already, what's this about lucky days?" Nova's anticipation was palpable. News from Faithe typically involved Casper.

Finally, Faithe set her coffee down, leaned in close, and whispered, "Mr. Casper is divorcing Eliza. So, don't you think your lucky days are finally coming?"

Nova felt a lump in her throat from the overwhelming surprise. She had waited years for this moment. Finally, he was getting a divorce.

"Really?" she stammered.

"Yes, Ms. Nova. Mr. Casper has always wanted to give you a proper status. Eliza just isn't fit to be Mrs. Welton, not like you. You're young, beautiful, kind, and we get along so well."

Nova heard this and suddenly felt like she was already Casper's wife. Her chin lifted a bit higher.

"Faithe, you're too kind." She turned, opened a drawer, and pulled out a necklace she had recently picked out from a boutique. "This doesn't quite suit me, but I think it would look perfect on you. Don't turn it down."

The necklace was from Tiffany's and was worth several thousand dollars.

Faithe, who adored the design, didn't hesitate. She reached out and accepted it. "Mrs. Welton, I'll accept it gratefully."

"We're not quite there yet," Nova said, but being called Mrs. Welton made her heart flutter.

Faithe, ever the shrewd flatterer, chimed in again, "Mrs. Welton, it's just a matter of time."

"Faithe, let's enjoy our coffee."

"Thank you, Mrs. Welton."

Both women burst into hearty laughter.

...

At the hospital.

David was frantic and worried upon hearing that Eliza was in trouble. He had thought she'd be fully responsible for the land contract issue, but she had an accident

instead.

"Welton International has already sent someone to sign the contract. Your job is done, so focus on getting better and don't overthink it."

Eliza looked apologetically at David. That piece of land could have sold for much more if not for the one million dollars and the Simmons family's affection for her.

"David, once I'm better, I'll go see Mr. and Mrs. Simmons."

"No rush," David said, pulling out a can of peaches from the gift bag he brought. "Mrs. Simmons was so worried when she heard you were injured and hospitalized. She sent these canned peaches and said you loved them."

A warm feeling surged through Eliza. "Mrs. Simmons still remembers I love canned peaches."

"Of course, she remembers everything you like and dislike."

David opened the can of peaches and took out a spoon. "Let me do it, David."

"With your injuries? No way. Let me feed you," David insisted, scooping up a peach slice with some syrup and bringing it to Eliza's mouth. "Try Mrs. Simmons' canned peaches. See if they're still as good as you remember."

The scent was irresistible. Eliza truly missed that taste. She opened her mouth and accepted the peach slice.