His Destructive, Toxic Love

"Is it because of Casper?" He couldn't think of any other reason.

Eliza really didn't want to drag anyone else into this mess. But David always assumed her refusal had something to do with Casper. His constant speculations were exhausting.

"This has nothing to do with anyone. I won't marry you, and I certainly won't marry him again. I'm not marrying anyone..." She didn't want to continue the conversation. Her expression turned colder and more distant.

"...David, my dad still needs to arrange his surgery, so I'm not seeing you out." David's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he stayed silent.

"If you need anything, just let me know." He gave Eliza a complicated look, then turned and left.

...

Meanwhile, in the same hospital, Chelsea was holding Brock's hand, rushing towards the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, she called out, "Hold the elevator, please!"

The man inside quickly pressed the open button, and the doors slid back open. Chelsea entered without looking up and said, "Thanks."

Caleb, with his hands in his pockets, gave Chelsea a quick glance before turning his attention to Brock. The little guy looked clean and neat, seemingly well-behaved. He looked a bit like... in his eyes and brows, somewhat reminiscent of his... brother. Could it be... Caleb couldn't help but stare at Chelsea again. She was young, pretty, and tall. Even with her thick clothes, it was clear she had a good figure. Could she be a love child his brother had outside? No, that couldn't be right. Such coincidences don't happen.

Sensing Caleb's lingering gaze, Chelsea became defensive and picked up Brock. This guy, with his good looks, couldn't be a child snatcher, could he? She had to keep Brock safe.

*Ding.*

The elevator doors opened. Chelsea,

almost running, quickly stepped out with Brock in her arms. Caleb

followed right behind her. Chelsea

sped up, and so did Caleb; she

slowed down, and so did he.

Chelsea's heart pounded. She abruptly stopped, turned around, and threw a punch at Caleb, "You creep! If you keep following us, I'm calling the cops!"

Caleb was caught off guard by the

sudden punch, momentarily disoriented. His eye swelled up,

turning red, and he covered it,

glaring at Chelsea, "Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"

"Why are you following us?" Chelsea held Brock tightly, eyes full of suspicion, "Broad daylight in a hospital, and you're up to no good. Hitting you was me being nice."

"I..." Caleb winced in pain. Just then, a doctor walked by. Seeing Caleb, he hurried over, "Dr. Caleb, what happened to you?"

Chelsea: ...Dr. Caleb? A doctor? Really? Then why so sneaky? He must be a bad doctor from obstetrics specializing in stealing children.

Caleb was about to point at Chelsea but then bit his lip. Considering she was a woman, he decided to let it go, chalking it up to bad luck. "No, it's nothing."Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

The doctor glanced at Chelsea but didn't say anything more, "Dr. Caleb, please come with me."

"Okay." Caleb gave Chelsea one last look before following the doctor. Chelsea glared back, watching him disappear from her sight before finally relaxing. She carried Brock and quickly headed to Mikey's hospital room.