His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Did he leave you here?"

Eliza pursed her lips and nodded slightly, lifting her eyes to look at Chelsea. "How did you get here?"

Chelsea didn't have any work today, so she decided to pick up Eliza for some late-night snacks.

If she hadn't come today, would those thugs have...

"What was Casper thinking, leaving you here? The Dive Bar is across the street, and this place is crawling with creeps. Is he out of his mind?"

Chelsea was so angry she felt knots forming in her chest. She handed Eliza a bottle of water. "Elle, don't worry. I'll find you the best lawyer for your divorce case. He's the one who cheated; he's the one who had an affair. Why should you walk away with nothing? You'll get back what's yours."

Eliza didn't care about any of that. All she wanted was to leave Casper and that house. That would be her freedom. Once she was free, her family would be too. Without the marriage bond, he couldn't keep Robin locked up in Mercy Hospital forever, even if he had all the power in the world.

"Chelsea, I'll transfer money to you. Can you arrange it for me?" Eliza transferred all the money she had saved up recently to Chelsea. "At least make sure Robin has it a bit easier in there."

Chelsea knew all too well how Eliza had earned that money. How could she bear to accept it?

"Don't worry. I'm always on the lookout for connections. Once I find the right person, I'll take care of everything. Keep your money for now."

Chelsea turned around, lit a cigarette, and placed it between her lips. The slender cigarette, with its rising smoke and flickering red light, deepened the intensity of her gaze.

Many times, Chelsea felt powerless. In Falconridge, the Welton family was not to be messed with, and Casper even less so. For this divorce case, she had contacted the most famous lawyers in Falconridge, but as soon as they heard it involved Casper, they all found various excuses to refuse.

So, she had to look for renowned lawyers from abroad. But that required a lot of money. Eliza didn't have it, and neither did she.

Nova sat quietly on the living room sofa. Hearing the sound of Casper's car, she instructed Marian, "Marian, put the fever patch on me."

Nova completely assumed the role of the lady of the house. Even if Marian were just a second slow, she would receive a disdainful look.

"Marian, when Casper comes, you know what to say." Under her calm gaze hid an extreme madness. Marian couldn't afford to provoke her, merely nodding without saying anything else.

The moment Casper stepped in, he saw Nova, looking frail, propped up on her arm on the sofa, wilting.

He turned to ask Marian, "How is she?"

"Ms. Nova is... the fever has receded." She didn't want to lie, but she was just a servant.

Hearing Casper's voice, Nova weakly sat up straight. "You're back."

"If you're not feeling well, go to the hospital next time. You don't have to wait for me." His voice was even as he reached out to touch Nova's forehead. "Why don't you rest upstairs?" "I wanted to wait for you." She looked eagerly at Caser. "Casper, when are we going abroad for my leg treatment?"

"Dr. Stephens is out of town. Once everything is ready over there, I'll accompany you."

Nova was very pleased with Casper's attentiveness to this matter. "Can you sit with me for a while?"

She sat beside him, gently leaning her head on his arm. Casper suddenly stood up. "I'll go take a shower."