His Destructive, Toxic Love

"I..." Mae stammered, her face shifting from pale to flushed, unable to meet anyone's eyes.

Casper clenched his teeth, glaring fiercely at the two women before him.

"Dillon, take Aunt Mae to the reflection room and let her think about what she's done. Get Katie in the car," he commanded.

"Casper, I'm your aunt! You can't do this to me!" Mae cried out in despair.

She knew what that place was like. Despite its name, the reflection room was a pitch-dark, filthy place crawling with snakes, bugs, and all sorts of vermin. It was downright terrifying. Rumor had it that it was haunted; people who went in either went mad or never came out.

Mae backed away in fear.

Several men stepped forward, each grabbing one of Mae's arms, and dragged her off.

With Mae gone, Katie started sobbing, clutching her head. "It wasn't me, don't take me away, please don't take me away."

"Miss Wang, if you make a mistake, you need to own up to it. Hiding like a scared turtle isn't going to work."

Dillon grabbed Katie by the collar, showing no sympathy.

"It was Mae who used the drugs, not me. I just supplied them, but I wasn't the one who harmed anyone. It really wasn't me," Katie pleaded, her eyes trembling with fear. Even her fingertips quivered uncontrollably.

If Dillon hadn't been holding her, she might have fallen to her knees before Casper.

Dillon gave her a cold look, ignoring her pleas, and shoved her into the car.

The car started moving, heading towards a mysterious place.

It was a lawless zone, filled with vagrants. Katie, forcibly fed an aphrodisiac, was thrown out of the vehicle.

Dillon remained seated inside.

Only when the vagrants, drawn by the scent, swarmed over did he lift a finger and tell the driver, "Let's go."

The car slowly pulled away, and in the rearview mirror, he saw Katie being dragged into an abandoned factory by several vagrants.

Dillon calmly called Casper to report, "Mr. Casper, she's unlikely to end well. Don't worry, I'll take care of it in a few days."

"Mhm," Casper responded.

He hung up the phone and took a calm sip of his coffee.

Audrey, holding a rosary, walked out with a grave expression and sat across from him. "Son, is what you're doing really appropriate? After all, she..." "Mom, Eliza is my wife. How can I let my wife be treated like this?" His brows were furrowed so tightly that they almost formed a straight line.

Audrey was taken aback by Casper's reaction.

"Do you remember now?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied flatly.

"When did this happen?"

Casper thought back to the incident in Central Lane.

It must have been the bottle Ricardo threw that snapped him out of it.

"Just a few days ago."

Audrey's expression shifted slightly. If Casper had regained his memory, did that mean his relationship with Eliza would return to being as hostile as it once was?Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked cautiously. Fearing her words might be misunderstood, she added, "I mean, you and Eliza... is there still a chance for you two?"

A complex emotion flickered in Casper's eyes.

He slowly, bitterly shook his head. "Between us... it's probably too difficult."

Audrey felt it was a pity.

She had always sympathized with Eliza, who tolerated everything without limits, always bullied by Casper.

Now that many things had come to light and Casper understood his own heart, and with the birth of Brock, she hoped they could have a happy ending. "Does she really not want to accept you anymore?"

"She..."

He thought, perhaps her heart was too wounded to mend, perhaps she had lost confidence in their

relationship, or perhaps she was afraid of making the same mistakes.

She was scared, scared of falling into the abyss again.

He couldn't guess her thoughts.

He ached for her, and so, he chose to let go.

"Mom, don't make it hard for her. If we're destined, we might come together again. If our fate ends here, I'll still watch over her silently. If you can give her some money. Raising a child alone isn't easy."