His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 616

Even if no doctor at Welton International Hospital could save him, Casper wasn't about to throw in the towel. He was ready to scour the globe if he had to. He couldn't just stand by, feeling helpless, regardless of whether Eliza was on board with his plans or not. So, he moved Brock to the top-notch facility under Welton International for treatment.

Watching Eliza, her eyes red from sleepless nights worrying over their sick son, tugged at Casper's heartstrings. "I'll stay here, you go get some rest," he murmured gently, not wanting to disturb her fragile state.

Eliza blinked through her dryness, stubborn as ever, "I can manage."

"But what if you get sick too? Then what?" he pleaded, hoping she'd put herself first for once, "Come on, be good."

Eliza let out a bitter laugh, her lips curling with irony, "If I get sick, won't that just make room for you?"

Casper: …

He chose not to spar with her over such remarks. Some things weren't as straightforward as she believed, and there would be time to explain everything later. "Please, just listen, okay?" he coaxed gently.

But Eliza wasn't having any of it. The doctor had been clear—Brock needed a transplant. Neither she nor Casper were a match. Their youngest was too little, and even if he was a match, the risks were high that it could jeopardize his health.

The doctors had suggested having another child, but Brock's condition was acute. By the time she could give birth, it might turn chronic, complicating treatment and recovery.

Meanwhile, Casper was combing the world for a compatible donor, hoping to find one quickly so Brock could have the surgery he needed.

A few days passed, and then a young woman walked into the hospital room with a little boy in tow. Eliza tensed up at the sight of them, feeling prickly like a hedgehog. If she had more strength, she would have shown them the door.

"Casper, we came to see Brock," the woman said, her voice as sweet as a nightingale's song. The little boy, looking at Brock on the bed, tugged at his mom's sleeve, "Mom, is that my brother Brock?"