"Aaron's idea to use your wife's blood to treat Jeffrey's illness was a complete farce."
Casper slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils filled with a bone-chilling coldness. "Go on."
"Mr. Casper, while it's true that your wife's blood contains antibodies that could’ve helped Jeffrey's condition, these antibodies can be produced by any healthy person and are particularly present in pregnant women. This means Jeffrey's illness could have been treated with the blood of any pregnant woman, and only a small amount was needed.
"The improvement in Jeffrey's condition after he received your wife's blood was just a coincidence. It didn't actually help his illness in any significant way.
"I think Aaron's goal was to worsen the tension between you and your wife."
Was this all revenge? It seemed like the only plausible explanation.
Everything was Aaron's meticulous planning. From the moment Casper first met Eliza, to Nova taking Eliza's place by his side, Mikey's staged death, and then Jeffrey's illness.
His ultimate goal was to make Casper and Eliza hate each other.
He succeeded. Their relationship was still as volatile as fire and water. She might never forgive him for everything he did to her.
"Keep digging. I want to know just how many despicable things Aaron has done."
Dillon nodded. "Understood. I'll keep investigating, Mr. Casper. Do you want to warn your wife to be careful around Aaron? He's been meeting with Zach frequently, and I'm worried he might..."
Warn her? Hadn't he warned her enough already? Would she even listen?
She didn't trust him. Anything he said, she'd see as an attack on her precious Aaron.
Luckily, she was right under his watchful eye. Aaron wouldn't find it so easy to pull anything off.
Casper tore off the fever-reducing patch from his forehead. "Come with me to the auction house."
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