NovelEnglishEliza's expression was as frosty as a winter morning. "Hard to say." "When asking for a favor, you should at least try to look friendly. How about a smile?" Casper grinned at her.
Suppressing her growing anxiety and frustration, she tried to keep her voice steady. "Casper, just tellstraight up. Can you help or not?" "I can, but you'll have to wait until I recover." He reached out, took her hand, and held on. "If you stay and take care of me, I think I'll heal faster." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes like he was enjoying teasing her.
She'd had enough. She yanked her hand away with more force than intended, forgetting how weak he was. He toppled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.
The sound startled Eliza. When he fell, his wound tore open, and blood quickly stained the white gauze a shocking burst of red.
He gritted his teeth, his face contorted in pain.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEliza watched, her heart as cold as her expression. She felt a grim satisfaction as if he was finally getting what he deserved.
"Can you helpup?" he asked weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.
She didn't move and just took a step back, looking down at him with icy indifference. "That's the nurse's job, not mine." "Please, help me," he begged again.
"No." Her refusal was blunt and firm. His suffering didn't concern her.
"Don't be so heartless." He watched her with hope, reaching out a hand.
She remained unmoved, shaking her head and taking another step back. He struggled to get up, and she heard the stitches pop.
Just then, the nurse walked in.
"He's on the floor! Why didn't you help him? Did the wound open again?" The nurse wrestled Casper back onto the bed, making him lie down and then turned to Eliza "What's your problem? Do you hate him that much?" Eliza pressed her lips together, staying silent.
Casper, clutching his bleeding wound, tried to cover for her. "I'm too heavy. She couldn't lift me." "I'll get the doctor." The nurse hurried out.
Seeing the blood-soaked gauze, Eliza turned and left the room, too.
Aaron called, asking where she was. She lied and then took a cab home.
"Why are you here?" She unlocked the door, and he followed her inside. "Chelsea calledand said you had strouble." Chelsea must have told him about her injuring Casper. She had forgotten to tell her not to mention it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"He's not dead; it shouldn't be a big deal." "Why would you act so recklessly?".
He looken at her with concern. "If won't be easy for you." caret Casper decides to press charges, it "I'll handle it." She kicked off her shoes, hung up her bag, and headed to the living room.
Chelsea had taken Brock away, leaving the house eerily quiet. His toys were scattered everywhere. Aaron bent down to help her tidy up.
"Don't worry, I'll figure something out.
make sure you and your son can see each other." "Okay." She didn't mention her visit to Casper.
"Actually, there's something else.
not sure if I should bring it up."- I fl'm up." Eliza looked at him curiously. "What is it?"
"The estate your parents didn't manage to transfer in their will-is'it all in your name?" X
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