Repaying a debt was a whole different ballgame.
Eliza could tell good from bad.
"Casper, saving my son doesn't make you a saint. You might be just like Aaron, with some hidden agenda."
She wasn't about to trust anyone again. Not even Casper.
He let out a dry, sarcastic laugh. Even though he’d saved her son, she still saw him as a dark and twisted villain. No matter how many times he played the hero, it wouldn’t change a thing.
He should’ve known better than to hope that she’d see him differently or that she’d look at him with any warmth.
He realized now that she wasn’t going to be kind or friendly towards him. In his world, such hopes were just a luxury.
Inside, he felt a sense of helplessness, and it wasn’t just anger. It was more like a deep, gnawing sadness.
"Yeah, I have hidden motives. I’m a bad guy, a real piece of work, okay?"
He didn’t even bother changing his shoes before heading upstairs.
An odd mix of emotions churned inside Eliza. She realized her words might have been harsh, cutting deep, but that was just how she felt.
If someone as seemingly noble as Aaron could turn dark, how could Casper, already a villain, ever become a good guy?
Still, she needed to figure out why Aaron was targeting her baby.
Eliza thought of someone.
Caroline.
She knew Caroline had been closer to Aaron than Casper ever was. Maybe she could get some answers from Caroline.
Eliza picked a Friday afternoon for tea, and went to Welton International.
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