His Destructive, Toxic Love

"You can get another wife, but you only get one grandfather. Can't you wrap your head around that? If you can't see this clearly, how can I ever trust you with Welton International?"

Casper stayed silent. Finally, he mumbled, "I'll go ask Aaron."

Eliza was so quiet. It was like she wasn't even there.

A nosy relative drifted over to her, trying to make conversation. "Eliza, I heard your blood has some kind of special antibody. It looks like saving Grandpa is up to you. Once he's cured, make sure Casper gives you a big reward."

"Those antibodies only show up if you're pregnant. Look at Eliza. She's so skinny. Does she look pregnant to you?" Another relative chimed in.

"Maybe it's just too early, and she's not showing yet. Right, Eliza?"

Eliza didn't say a word.

The voices moved away but were still close enough to hear. "What's the point of talking to her? She's like a piece of wood. The family matters aren't her call. Casper decides whether she donates blood or antibodies."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"How is this nonsense? Everyone knows she threw herself at Casper, and he didn't even want her. If she weren't somewhat useful, we wouldn't have let her marry into the family. If she actually saves Jeffrey, Casper might even give her a smile."

Eliza's head throbbed from all the gossip. In the eyes of the Welton family, she was just a lowly woman.

Not long ago, some media outlet leaked that her blood could save Jeffrey Welton. All sorts of theories popped up, all very convincing, speculating on how long she might live.

The distant Welton relatives were even worse. Several had already come to propose new matches for Casper.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Many women were waiting to replace her, and countless more were hoping she'd kick the bucket sooner rather than later.

Casper came running out. He saw Eliza still standing at the hospital entrance and caught his breath before walking over.

"It's raining, Casper." She lifted her hand to catch the scattered raindrops, her voice soft. "On the day we got our marriage certificate, it was raining just like this-it wasn't too heavy or too light. People say getting married in the rain means the marriage is doomed to be unhappy."

"Superstition."

She smiled faintly and blinked. "When are you planning to use my blood?"

"Who said we need your blood? Are you pregnant?" he asked irritably, loosening his tie, revealing a hint of his tanned skin.

The rain grew heavier, and the wind blew everything into disarray, including her hair.

"Let's go home." He took her hand.

Eliza looked up at Casper's somewhat gloomy profile.

He was really attractive. Some say you shouldn't meet someone too good-looking when you're young. It could ruin you. She didn't believe it at first, but now she did. "Casper, when are we getting a divorce?"

"When I'm dead."

He had no intention of dragging this out with her.

Holding her hand, they walked into the rain. The rain soaked his hair, and he took off his jacket, holding it over their heads, mostly sheltering her.

Inside the car, there was a faint smell of tobacco.

For a long time, he didn't let her sit in the passenger seat. As a woman, she naturally understood what this implied.

On the rare occasions she could ride in his car, she would obediently go to the back seat, not daring to make too much noise. Even her sitting posture was very ladylike. "Casper, can I ask you for a favor?"

"If it's about Robin, forget it." His tone was as cold as usual.

She knew he wouldn't easily relent. How could he play her like a fiddle if he didn't have something to hold over her?

"It's not." Her voice was chillingly indifferent.