"Get some more people to keep an eye on the Pinotti house. I don't want anything happening to her," Casper said in a low, firm voice.
Dillon blinked, taken aback. Hadn't they broken up? What's this all about now?
"Mr. Casper, do you... still have feelings for Ms. Valerie?" he ventured.
Casper's cold gaze settled on Dillon. "She's the mother of my son. Do you really think I could be indifferent to her well-being?"
Dillon fell silent. Was it because Eliza was the kid's mom? Or because his love hadn't really faded? Only Casper knew for sure.
Dillon scratched his nose awkwardly. "Honestly, hearing you say that, it makes me think you're not exactly the loyal type."
"What counts as loyalty? Relentlessly chasing someone? Making them uncomfortable? Or causing them pain and distress? True love, I believe, is wanting to see her happy, free, and unburdened."
Love is about letting go, not holding on.
This was the lesson he'd learned over thirty years.
Dillon noticed a sad, dim light in Casper's eyes and suddenly felt he had changed. This change didn't seem impulsive. What was it, then? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Mr. Casper, won't you regret giving her up? By letting go, you might lose her forever. The little guy might never know you're his father. Are you really okay with that?"
Casper sighed softly. His gaze was deep as he looked out at the bustling cityscape. Amidst the neon lights and nightlife, there seemed to be so many things he couldn't quite grasp.
"As long as she's happy, I have no regrets."
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