His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 33

"You can get another wife, but you only get one grandfather. Can't you wrap your head around that? If you can't see this clearly, how can I ever trust you with Welton International?"

Casper stayed silent. Finally, he mumbled, "I'll go ask Aaron."

Eliza was so quiet. It was like she wasn't even there.

A nosy relative drifted over to her, trying to make conversation. "Eliza, I heard your blood has some kind of special antibody. It looks like saving Grandpa is up to you. Once he's cured, make sure Casper gives you a big reward."

"Those antibodies only show up if you're pregnant. Look at Eliza. She's so skinny. Does she look pregnant to you?" Another relative chimed in.

"Maybe it's just too early, and she’s not showing yet. Right, Eliza?"

Eliza didn't say a word.

The voices moved away but were still close enough to hear. "What's the point of talking to her? She's like a piece of wood. The family matters aren't her call. Casper decides whether she donates blood or antibodies."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"How is this nonsense? Everyone knows she threw herself at Casper, and he didn't even want her. If she weren't somewhat useful, we wouldn't have let her marry into the family. If she actually saves Jeffrey, Casper might even give her a smile."

Eliza's head throbbed from all the gossip. In the eyes of the Welton family, she was just a lowly woman.

Not long ago, some media outlet leaked that her blood could save Jeffrey Welton. All sorts of theories popped up, all very convincing, speculating on how long she might live.

The distant Welton relatives were even worse. Several had already come to propose new matches for Casper.

Many women were waiting to replace her, and countless more were hoping she'd kick the bucket sooner rather than later.

Casper came running out. He saw Eliza still standing at the hospital entrance and caught his breath before walking over.

"It's raining, Casper." She lifted her hand to catch the scattered raindrops, her voice soft. "On the day we got our marriage certificate, it was raining just like this—it wasn’t too heavy or too light. People say getting married in the rain means the marriage is doomed to be unhappy."

"Superstition."