His Destructive, Toxic Love

"She's fully capable of stabbing herself. What's so impossible about that?" A cold smirk played at the corners of her lips, dripping with scorn and mockery. "Do you really think she's anywhere near normal?" "Is she any less normal than you?" His dark eyes narrowed, fists clenched. "Nova told me herself that it was you who stabbed her, and you still won't admit it? Do we have to go to the police station for you to confess?"

The police station? Was Casper really planning to send her to jail just to avenge Nova?

"How can I admit to something I didn't do?" Her chest heaved with turmoil. "Do you have to blame everything on me?"

"So, you won't admit it?" He stepped forward to the table, picking up the knife Eliza had cleaned the night before. "You say you didn't do it, so surely, your fingerprints won't be on this weapon, right?"

Her pupils dilated. She had cleaned up the scene last night and put away the knife, so, of course, her fingerprints would be on it. Did he really intend to condemn her just based on this?

"Casper, do you believe everything Nova says? If that's the case, then go ahead and call the police. Might as well sentence me to death and put an end to all this."

Her chest rose and fell. Her face bore an expression of extreme disappointment and indifference. The screen incident wasn't over yet. Now, a murder charge was being added to the mix. There was no need for such effort if Nova and Casper wanted to kill her.

"Feeling guilty?" He stared at her, the knife pointed at her chest. "If you're willing to return the favor with a stab, I might consider not pursuing your responsibility."

She stared at Casper, who offered her the knife. Tears slowly filled her reddened eyes. Her pale face, lips devoid of color, was full of resentment as she looked at the gleaming blade. "Casper, if you care about her so much, why don't you marry her?"

"You always believe her lies unconditionally. Who's your wife here, her or me?

"Fine, if you're so eager for revenge on her behalf, come on."

Eliza suddenly snatched the knife from Casper's hand. Last night, she had cleaned the blood off the knife thoroughly. The blade was cold, much like Casper's heart.

"Mr. Casper, where would you like me to stab myself?"

She asked him with a daunting smile. Casper's eyes showed an unreadable expression.

"The heart?" She pointed the knife towards her own heart. "Is this where you felt pain for Nova? No worries, I'll do the same for her."

Without a second thought, she

pressed down with force. She was truly being foolish. He didn't come back home for the truth. If this stab could end her life, it might actually be a merciful option for her NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The moment the blade aimed for her heart, Casper grabbed it

barehanded Blood quickly seeped from his palm, dripping onto her chest. She hadn't expected him to take the knife from her. Her heart wouldn't stop pounding, her face displaying disbelief. Her fingers involuntarily released the knife handle. Casper winced in pain, throwing the knife away.

In Casper's eyes, Eliza was timid, prone to hiding her grievances, enduring and swallowing them silently. Who would have thought she could be so ruthless towards herself, to the point of madness?

"You're truly insane."