His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 88

Robin could never get a good night's sleep, always waking up with a start. Eliza stayed by his side all night, barely catching any rest herself.

By morning, Eliza was back at the hospital. She had been there alone for almost a week. Casper hadn't shown up, and neither had Faithe. The hospital room's TV had been blaring nonstop news about Welton International all week long. From those reports, Eliza learned that Easton had indeed sold that piece of land to Welton International's rival. The tension at Welton International towards Casper had reached an all-time high.

Would Casper blame her for this mess? But what did it have to do with her anyway? He was the one who asked her to stay with him overnight, and he was the one who took her away from Easton. "You're looking much better today," the nurse said with a smile as she walked in.

"Yeah, I'm planning on getting discharged."

"Sure thing," the nurse said, handing Eliza some medication. She added casually, "We had a transfer patient today. The guy with her looked like the one who visited you the other day."

A guy? Casper was the only one who had visited her.

"A transfer patient... for surgery or...?"

"They said she had a knife wound a while back, almost hit her heart. She needs a thorough check-up," the nurse said, rolling her eyes a bit. "This woman's already been through a bunch of hospitals with a stack of reports this thick. I don't get why she needs more checks. Maybe it's just rich folks being paranoid."

Was Nova afraid of dying? When she stabbed herself and framed Eliza, she didn't show any hesitation then.

Casper had plenty of money. If he wanted to waste it and his time on Nova's whims, that was his business, not hers.

"Maybe," Eliza replied nonchalantly.

The nurse hummed in agreement. "Well, come replace me in a bit, and I'll get your discharge papers ready."

"Will do."

Eliza had healed up quite nicely. She quickly packed her things, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked out of the hospital room.

As she finalized her discharge

papers, Casper appeared, pushing

Nova in a wheelchair from the VIP t

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ward. Upon spotting Eliza, Nova froze for a second, then turned to Casper, "Casper, can you go get the report for me?"

Casper shot a quick glance at Eliza before walking away, his face dark and brooding.

Nova rolled up to Eliza. "So, you were

in the hospital too? Eliza, stop with your little schemes. Trying to imitate me won't get you anywhere. Casper won't pity you," she said, her slender finger@lightly stroking her

aver

wheelchair. "He treats me differently, you know? Look, this wheelchair is super expensive and costs tens of thousands. Casper got it for me."

Nova loved asserting her presence over Eliza, especially when Casper wasn't around, allowing her malice and nastiness to shine through without restraint.

Eliza didn't want to engage with her nonsense. But she also didn't want to let her revel in it too easily. "Oh, so he got you this fancy wheelchair? You look thrilled. I thought he gave you a new pair of legs." "You..." Nova's face twisted in anger.

Eliza took the discharge forms form from the nurse and stepped closer to Nova, "Enjoy my man, but don't return him. I wouldn't want to catch STDs."

"Eliza, you..." Nova seethed, gritting her teeth.

Eliza arched an eyebrow and walked away. It wasn't that she lacked the words to clap back at Nova. Most of the time, she just couldn't express her feelings freely. Nova had Casper backing her up. And Eliza, wett, she was just a poor soul bound by constraints.

As she turned, she saw Casper standing right behind her, his expression stormy.

"What did you just say?"