His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Nova," Eliza's voice was as cold as ice, almost mocking. "Stop trying to make yourself relevant in front of me. Even if he slept with you right here, I wouldn't feel a thing."

"Really?" Nova smirked, her lips curling. "Then why the suicide attempt? Are you fishing for sympathy? Clearly, you're just jealous."

"You're not that important."

"Well, how about this? Is this important enough?"

Nova pulled out a necklace with a dazzling 9.9-carat diamond, so bright it was nearly blinding.

This necklace was called 'Tears of a Goddess.' It's famous in the jewelry world and rumored to grant its owner the world's most precious, everlasting love. Every year, people with a bit of money and a lot of love would try to bid on it, making it the dream necklace for many women. For Nova to have it was pretty ironic.

"Do you know how much this is worth? It's Casper's engagement gift to me.

"Casper and I are getting engaged soon. You've heard, haven't you? The house has been bought, and he truly loves me.

"Casper said he would give me the most romantic engagement gift and an unforgettable wedding. He said he'd make me the happiest woman in the world..."

Nova kept talking, but Eliza put in her earplugs, drowning out the noise. The world became quiet.

Nova still wasn't done showing off.

The door to the hospital room opened, and Dillon walked in. Nova hastily tucked the diamond necklace away.

"Ms. Nova?" Dillon looked at her, puzzled. "What are you doing here?"

"Eliza is sick, and I was worried about her... I'll, I'll be going then." Nova avoided Dillon's gaze and made a quick exit.

Dillon raised an eyebrow. He turned and placed the bouquet he was carrying on the nightstand next to Eliza. "Ma'am, these are from Mr. Casper." Eliza took out her earplugs.

Dillon then took out several beautifully wrapped small boxes. "Ma'am, these are the jewels Mr. Casper personally selected for you."

After placing them, he handed her a black card. "This is Mr. Casper's card for you, no spending limit. You can buy whatever bags or shoes you like."

Eliza believed Casper was scared. Scared she'd actually go through with her suicide. Widowhood was one thing, but if she died by suicide, it would have an immeasurable impact on the Welton family Welton International, and Casper.

"Dillon, I want to be discharged."

"Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. It's... not advisable to leave the hospital now." And those scars on her wrists would take a long time to heal completely without a trace, "Don't rush it."

"It's just these on my wrist. I don't mind."

"Well..." Dillon was in a tough spot, as this wasn't his call to make, "...I'll discuss it with Mr. Casper and see what he thinks."

Leaving the hospital, Dillon returned to Welton International.

"How is she?" Casper leaned back in his chair, his voice calm.

Dillon stood with his hands in front, softly responding, "Madam said she wants to be discharged."

"What's the doctor's opinion?"

"The doctor said the wounds on her arm are minor, but she must continue with the medication to avoid scars."

Casper frowned slightly. Eliza had beautiful skin. Those marks, if not removed, were not just an eyesore but a constant reminder of why she made such a decision.

"Get the best medication."

"Understood." Dillon seemed to remember something, "Mr. Casper, about the incident at the hotel, we've found the person who sent the message."

"Oh?" Casper's dark eyes narrowed. "Who?"

"Mr. Casper, after my investigation,

the person who had dealings with

the company that sent the

anonymous message goes by the online alias 'S,' and this 'S' is actually..."