She shook her head, a cold look in her eyes as she turned and bolted outside. Casper quickly lost consciousness and passed out.
"Mr. Casper."
When Dillon rushed in and saw Casper lying in a pool of blood, he’s completely baffled by what had happened. With Casper's skills, it was almost impossible for someone to hurt him. Plus, it had happened in his own house, with no signs of a struggle. How did he end up getting stabbed?
Casper was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Eliza also returned home. She was uneasy but had no regrets. Even if he died, she wouldn't feel an ounce of sorrow. The only thing that bothered her was that she hadn’t seen her father yet. She should have asked where her father was before stabbing him. At worst, it would be her life for his. But her child was still so young...
After much thought, she called Chelsea.
"If something happens to me, Brock is in your hands."
Chelsea was puzzled. "Are you tying up loose ends? What happened?"
"I stabbed Casper. He might die. If he does, the Welton family won't let me off the hook. I'd probably have to pay with my life. Brock is still young; I can only rest easy if I leave him with you."
Eliza's tone was steady. It sounded more like she was talking about someone else's problems.
Chelsea, on the other end of the phone, felt like her head was going to explode. "What? Why did you stab Casper? Where? In the heart? Why were you so impulsive? Was it worth it to risk your life for someone like him?"
It wasn't worth it. But in that moment, it was what she wanted to do. It was no exaggeration to say that for the past three years, she dreamt of killing him.
"I think he's probably not going to make it."
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