His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 65

Nova wanted to vent her rage on Eliza. The servants huddled in the corners, too scared to speak up. "Have you all lost your tongues? Get that bitch down here; I need to soak my feet," Nova barked.

The servants remained silent and still.

Furious, she banged her cane on the floor. "Eliza, get down here now, you worthless piece of trash. Playing deaf and dumb, are you?" Casper wasn't home. Eliza couldn't care less about Nova. She could cry and make a scene, but it was none of Eliza's concern.

But Nova had a twisted nature. Enraged, she suddenly grabbed a kitchen knife. The servants were terrified and quickly called for Marian. Marian saw her make such a dangerous move and feared the worst. She did not want to be responsible. She nervously pleaded, "Ms. Nova, what's the matter? Who has upset you? Just tell me, and I'll deal with them for you."

"You all mess with me..." Nova suddenly burst into tears, her eyes reddening fiercely. "I'm telling you, sooner or later, I will be the lady of this house."

"Ms. Nova, please put down the knife. Whatever it is, let's talk about it," Marian kept her eyes fixed on the blade's tip. "Didn't you want to soak your feet? I'll get the water ready for you."

"I want Eliza to prepare it for me. Go call her down."

Marian was in a tight spot but had no choice. "Alright, I'll call her. Please, don't do anything rash."

Upstairs, Eliza had had enough of Nova's hysteria. As soon as Marian knocked, she coldly rejected, "Don't bother me with her. If she wants to die, let her die. I'm not serving her." "But, Ma'am..."

"Just go."

"Yes."

Marian, walking on eggshells,

relayed Eliza's message to Nova. Unexpectedly, without a moment's hesitation, Nova plunged the knife into her own chest. Blood gushed from her chest, and the servants screamed in terror.

Eliza thought a thief had broken in. When she looked down from the second floor, Nova was already lying in a pool of blood, her designer white dress stained red around her chest. Her heart tightened. Had Nova really committed suicide?

"Ma'am, Ms. Nova has hurt herself. Please come down quickly," Marian urged, sweating profusely.

Eliza had wanted to stay out of it. She hadn't expected Nova to be so extreme. She wanted to help but also feared Nova's retaliation, so she asked Marian, "Did you call an ambulance?" "Yes, and I've also informed Mr. Casper. He's on his way."

Informing Casper was the right move. After all, Nova was his beloved. If something happened to her, everyone would be implicated.

The ambulance arrived before

Casper. After the paramedics took

her away, they left the Welton

Estate. Taking in the blood and the knife used for self-harm, Eliza decided to tidy up the house. She figured Casper would probably head to the hospital and wouldn't have the energy to deal with this mess. She needed a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Casper returned with bloodshot eyes. Eliza was just about to visit the hospital.

"Stop right there." He looked at her, his handsome face twisted in anger. "Did you hurt her?"

A look of disbelief spread across Eliza's face. Was this accusation never going to end?

"Of course not," she suppressed her anger, her voice low.

"If it wasn't you, then how did she get such serious injuries?" He grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him, glaring at her fiercely as if he wanted to devour her. "Are you trying to tell me she stabbed herself?"