His Destructive, Toxic Love

Eliza's heart sank like a stone, anxiety and unease swirling in her chest, her eyes brimming with deep concern.

Carlos gently patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Even though he got hurt because of you, you don't need to beat yourself up about it." How could she not blame herself? What if he never wakes up? Her gaze turned somber.

Eliza followed the nurse into the hospital room. Casper lay there, quietly asleep.

Carlos leaned in and whispered, "Let me stay and take care of him. If Gina shows up again, I can handle her. Plus, it's easier for me as a man."

Eliza hesitated. If Carlos had conventional interests, she might actually trust him to take care of Casper for a few days while she dealt with Gina's mess. But his interests were unconventional. What if he did something while Casper was unconscious? No, she couldn't risk it.

"No, I'll take care of him," Eliza declined Carlos' 'kind' offer.

Carlos opened his mouth to argue, but Eliza cut him off. "He got hurt because of me. It's only right that I stay with him. Mr. Carlos, why don't you head home?"

"It's just not practical for you to care for him as a woman," Carlos tried again.

"It's fine."

She didn't give him another chance to argue, offering a faint smile instead. Carlos swallowed his words reluctantly.

"Alright, I get it. But I mean it."

Eliza just smiled and said no more.

After Carlos left, Eliza sat by the hospital bed, staring at Casper's pale face, lost in thought...

A few days later, on the weekend, Eliza brought Brock to the hospital to visit Casper, who still hadn't woken up.

"Mom, what's wrong with Mr. Casper?"

"Mr. Casper is sick. When we see him, we need to speak softly, okay?" Eliza's face was a mask of gentle, loving concern. Brock nodded obediently. "Okay, I understand."

Just as they reached the hospital

room door, they heard some rustling noises inside. She thought it was a nurse and led Brock inside. But what she saw made her stomachchurn.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eliza shoved Carlos away and yanked the blanket to cover Casper's body. "Mr. Carlos, what is wrong with you?

know you like him, but he's a patient, and you're molesting him without his consent. Do you have some kind of psychological issue?"

Carlos was mortified. He had indeed lost control.

"Ms. Valerie, I know I shouldn't have, but I was just... overwhelmed."

"Enough." She felt nauseous just hearing him. "Regardless of your feelings, he's a patient and still in the hospital. You're disgusting."

Carlos was so young yet capable of such vile actions. Eliza looked at Carlos, feeling a wave of nausea.

"Alright, Mr. Carlos, leave now and don't come back."

"Ms. Valerie, I..." Carlos wanted to explain further but realized there was nothing more to say. He glanced at Casper lying on the bed. "Let's talk when he's better."

Eliza didn't know if Brock had seen everything. She didn't discriminate against homosexuals, but she hadn't expected Carlos to have such gross tendencies. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

"Cough, cough..."