"Is it really worth making a fuss over this?" Eliza’s eyes were red and teary.
Casper raised his eyebrows slightly. "A fuss? Isn't this just the truth?"
"The truth?" Eliza laughed. "The truth is, Mr. Casper, you once rented a luxury villa to celebrate Nova's birthday. How am I supposed to compete with that?"
That day, she had stood in the rain for two hours before he reluctantly accepted the food she brought him. Did he think she had forgotten?
If they were keeping score, his actions would outweigh hers by thousands, if not more.
"Mr. Casper, did you also share a bed with Nova after her birthday party?"
"Didn't you also give Nova expensive jewelry, a token of commitment, far more precious than this music box?"
"Didn't you also spend your wife's birthday with another woman?"
After two years of marriage, he would disappear every time it was Nova's birthday. It was an open and blatant gesture. Did he ever consider that she and Nova shared the same birthday?
Later, she stopped celebrating her birthday on that day. She switched to the birthday of her adoption. Because on that day, no one would fight with her, and no one would compete with her.
Casper didn't speak for a long time. During those two minutes, Eliza had no idea what he was thinking.
Just as she was about to pack up her gift and go upstairs to sleep, she was suddenly lifted off the ground; he had hoisted her over his shoulder.
"Casper, put me down."
"Since you have so many grievances, shouldn't I take my time with you to ensure both your body and soul are satisfied, lest you fall ill from neglect?"
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