Caroline took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and then turned to leave.
...
Three days later.
Casper showed up at the hospital.
Dillon was waiting by the entrance.
Seeing him approach, Dillon stood up, "Mr. Casper."
"How is she?" Casper asked.
"She doesn't talk much, her appetite's terrible, and she just stares off into space. Could it be her depression acting up again?"
Every day, Dillon would sneak peeks into the patient room through the glass.
Sometimes, when he saw Eliza lost in thought for too long, he'd go in, interrupt her, and chat about random things.
She usually didn't respond with words and either
nodded or shook her head.
Casper pushed open the door and walked in.
Eliza glanced at him briefly before turning back to stare out the window.
"The family hired a nutritionist and a psychologist to help you once you're back home."
He had decided not to send her to an asylum.
Even if she didn't admit her mistakes, he wouldn't send her there.
"Casper, the 18th is coming up, right?" She turned her pale face towards him, "It's the day you and Nova get engaged."
"Why do you care about these things?" His eyes darkened, not wanting to say more.
As his lawful wife, she had no right to inquire about her own husband getting engaged to another woman—a monumental matter.
Her life was truly a failure and a sorrow.
"Casper, you really play the role of a cheating man to perfection." Her voice was dripping with mockery and despair.
Casper's expression changed slightly, and there was a flash of severity in his eyes, but he didn't lash out.
He took a deep breath and called out in a low voice, "Dillon."
Dillon quickly entered the room, bowing respectfully. "Mr. Casper, what do you need?"
"Proceed with the discharge procedures and take the lady home for some rest."
"Understood."
She was going back to being a woman of the Welton family.
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