His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 261

Eliza's expression was as frosty as a winter morning. "Hard to say."

"When asking for a favor, you should at least try to look friendly. How about a smile?" Casper grinned at her.

Suppressing her growing anxiety and frustration, she tried to keep her voice steady. "Casper, just tell me straight up. Can you help or not?"

"I can, but you'll have to wait until I recover." He reached out, took her hand, and held on. "If you stay and take care of me, I think I'll heal faster."

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes like he was enjoying teasing her.

She'd had enough. She yanked her hand away with more force than intended, forgetting how weak he was. He toppled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

The sound startled Eliza. When he fell, his wound tore open, and blood quickly stained the white gauze—a shocking burst of red.

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain.

Eliza watched, her heart as cold as her expression. She felt a grim satisfaction as if he was finally getting what he deserved.

"Can you help me up?" he asked weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She didn't move and just took a step back, looking down at him with icy indifference. "That's the nurse's job, not mine."

"Please, help me," he begged again.

"No." Her refusal was blunt and firm. His suffering didn't concern her.

"Don't be so heartless." He watched her with hope, reaching out a hand.

She remained unmoved, shaking her head and taking another step back.

He struggled to get up, and she heard the stitches pop.

Just then, the nurse walked in.